If I haven't had compassion on my father, I don't live in this house now.
I have seen him who stood rooted to the spot because he didn't know how to get cuisine in service area in the old days.
I remember that I felt disconsolate at that time. Thinking back now, I may have been caused since that time.
My mother left home a long time ago. This nourished me to have compassion on my father.
One day there was a turning point, he often has taught to himself.
He sometimes said a word, “sex” in his monologue. Because of his loud voice, I have had to hear this word in my room and suffer from it.