However, those were complex thoughts that were difficult to explain. Everything was full of madness and the more I thought about it, the more intense pressure was driven to destroy my body at once.
In this silence, inside I kept asking myself, What does it mean by 'whatever your decision, I'll try to accept it'? Is this really serious? What is meant by words conveyed with a clear hope of 'think of me and your future'?
To be honest, this was the first time in thirty-four years, I had seen my father show such an expression. Anger, fortitude, and happiness seemed to coalesce on his face and made his face turn complicated to understand. It was like rippling water that was stirred and produced a foam.
