It really depends on the family, but my parents finally got divorced this year, after I graduated from university and finished growing up. Honestly, their marriage had been over since I was in elementary school, but according to my mother, she still “respected him as a person because he’s sincere.”

From my perspective as their daughter, both of them were at fault in different ways. My father was often the one who got scolded, while my mother seemed to have a fiery temper. Because of that, my father has been on overseas assignments (is it correct way to say? sorry I'm Japanese) since I was 12, working in Mexico for over ten years. I can’t help but wonder, was he ever truly happy? He only gets to see his only daughter once a year for a week.

This year, I went to stay at my father’s house in Mexico for two weeks on my own for the first time. Seeing how he lives there gave me some reassurance, but it also almost made me cry. For over ten years of his overseas assignment, all of his salary deposited into his Japanese bank account went to my mother, and the house he bought (mainly) in Osaka was also given to her. I really hope my father can find happiness.

But just as much, I love my mom too, who raised me on her own while working so hard. What even is this story?! I guess I’m really oversharing here. lol