The Father Of My Father

I was born in Japan on August 29, 1996. My mother and I have the same birth day, blood type, and Japanese zodiac. I have one sister and brother. My sister is 11 years and brother is 8 years older than me. I lived in a big house with a big garden. Actually, my father’s grand mother was not happy about my birth because my mother was not young and already had children. My grand mother is a common traditional person. She decided my siblings’ names and my parents had to obey her. Fortunately, since she had no interest in me, my parents could decide my name and raised me more freely that before. My name means “there is hope.” I am very happy with this name. I can not think about another name or changing my name even if it is not easy pronunciation

My family did not tell me what he experienced at that time, but it is true that he had some difficulties and only thing that he enjoyed was to spend time with me. Actually, I have not kept a lot of memories with him in my mind. My family and photos tell me what I did with him. Consequently, I know about the existence of my father, but I could not catch the humanity of my father. At this moment, my life changed significantly. Nevertheless, my mother definitely refused to live with both of my ground parents and decided to raise children herself. Now, I can think how she was strong and defeated plenty of fears. After I started new life at new small apartment, my mother often went to work and I often waited at a kindergarten. I easily adapted the new environment, and the new life which is a life without my father became normal for me. I did not feel something missing because my family gives many helps to me. While it seems that my family faced so unhappiness, my family became more strong and made rigid relationships thanks to that incident. When I entered an elementary school, my

My brother often came back late at home because of his school. I was always waiting my family at home alone while watching kids’ TV shows. My mother waked up earlier than me and saw me off at the station every day. She often prepared school lunch box every day and homemade snacks for me at home as well. She is really good at cooking and always cook at home. I went to supermarket with her many times as well. She did not push me to eat my dislike dishes because she believes that the sense of taste would change depending on the age. Actually, she puts my dislike foods sometimes. Although I did not make any bad experience about foods at home, my teacher at school forced to eat my dislike dishes such as cooked fish and I made a trauma. One of things that I really in to is dancing. I started dance when I was four years old. I went to dance studio many times in a week by myself. I do tap, jazz, and ballet. My mother came studio when class finish. Honestly, the teacher of mine was a really strict person and I learned many manners of dance as well as stage from her. Even though her class was tough, I never gave up and followed her. Then, she gave me