My father

When I was young, I didn’t understand my father.
I hate him.
He wasn’t good husband and he wasn’t good father.
But, when I saw father’s tears, I understood my father.
I started understood my father’s life.

I was home late. Because I have a part-time job.
I saw a roast chestnut on the desk. He bought for me.
He is sleeping.
Oh dear..

I hope my father will be happy.
I’ll try to be a good daughter.
I love you, dad.