Although my son is crying, please listen carefully to his father’s words. A small hand pressed to his cheek. My son. His head was sweating and his hair was also wet. His father entered his room alone without informing anyone. A few minutes ago, his father was reading the newspaper and he felt very sorry. The father is laughing at his son’s bedside because he knows he was wrong.
When you think about it, your father always calls you. I woke up in the morning and complained that I didn’t wash my face properly. After washing, it was said that it was not wiped with oil. He said that he made a mess in the house. I will also look for it in the morning when I am having breakfast. I took care of the food, I took care of the tea. Too important. He put his elbow on the table.
Spread the butter too thickly on the bread. When his father goes to work, you look at him and say, “Goodbye, father.” I look at you with a bad look and turn my back and get angry. In the afternoon, all this will be repeated again. On the way home, your father will see how you are playing outside. You sit on the ground in your new pants and play with dirt and stones. Your socks will get holes.
Seeing all this, I will sell you in front of your friends. And he will order you to go home like an unprepared soldier. “I bought your socks and pants very expensively.” If you had taken it with your own money, you wouldn’t have scolded me like that.” My son, you came to your father while he was reading the newspaper.
“What’s the point?” I asked coldly, my son. But my son ran towards his father without saying a word, hugged him by the neck and kissed him. His father felt a lot of love from the gentle embrace of his small hands. Then my son went to his room to sleep.
My son, not long ago, the newspaper I was reading fell from the sun, and my father was overwhelmed with fear, anxiety, and anger. Where did this habit of always telling my son come from? Where did this habit of scolding and scolding your child come from? Is this the pain of being born into this world as my son? It’s not because the father doesn’t love his son, but because he expects and demands too much from you.
You are a little boy. But his father demanded things from you that he demanded from himself. My son has many good and beautiful qualities. My son’s heart is like the morning sun rising from behind the mountains. Just like earlier, when he came to hug and kiss his father, it seemed to shine a light on his father’s wronged heart. You are the one who made me understand the important things in life.
The father, who has grown up now, is very ashamed that he treated his son like a child without understanding all this. So his father is sitting in front of your bed in his dark room. His father is ashamed. It’s not enough to be ashamed of yourself. From tomorrow on, your father will be a father. In the dark night, I will confirm what I said in front of your bed with my actions under the bright sun.
The father is his son’s best friend. He laughs when he laughs and cries when he cries. If you lose your patience and want to say a dirty word, you will bite your lip and bear it. “My son is just a little boy,” he would remind himself.
Shame on you for imagining you as an adult too early. How could he put the responsibility of an adult on his little child who was sleeping in the bed? He did not bear the responsibility himself. You are a little boy to your parents. They demanded many things from their son that they did not demand from themselves. The father is very embarrassed.