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When I was a child, I couldnt feel the affection from my
father. There has not been warm affection between my father
and me, when I grow up. My father, who is of a notion of preferring
a son to a daughter, was not affectionate to me very well.
That made me become a child who felt remarkably lonely more
and more.
Maybe, I was pitiful to my father. She took special care
of me. I loved a smell of her own so much, which I could feel
whenever I was nestling in her breast. It was like laundry
soap or something from a kitchen. Whenever I was fretful at
night, my mother used to hug me to sleep.
However, there were so many days that I had to sleep alone,
when she had to work late at night. Whenever she had to do,
I felt so lonely. I hardly slept in my sorrow. I used to be
waiting for her in tears until she came back home from work.
One day, she told me who was crying,
My sweetie! I want to sleep with you in my arms every night.
But there are possibly some nights I cannot do so. Whenever
we have to sleep apart, hold this one instead of me. I think
you can easily fall to sleep.
It was her sweater that she thought of after much thinking.
The sweater was powerfully impregnated with her odor. When
I went to bed holding the worn-out sweater, it was like magic
that I could easily fall to sleep. Every next morning, I used
to feel refreshed when I woke up.
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