My safe harbor

My Father was Trash. A bad character, who lived despising other people, took out his own frustrations by getting drunk, and as a result, my mother was the one who suffered.

In my case, my mother has always been more present in my life.

Her name is Emi Iori, when I remember her, a strong woman with a very kind personality comes to my mind. As for a long time, I was an only child, she always tried as hard as she could to spend her time with me."Mother" itself is something inexplicable. Many struggle all day with tiring housework, others work all day and...still... sacrifice their downtime to spend time with their children.

My father was unemployed and spent the little money he had on drinks or gambling. My mother worked outside the home, and I helped with the housework to ease her burden, even if it was just a little.I remember that she managed, after a while, to get a job in a supermarket, but the work was very exhausting. She had to take care of many tasks, and at the same time, have patience with customers who were often arrogant and aggressive.


There was a time when she got hurt while she was at the supermarket, maybe she got hurt straightening the shelves or something, but that doesn't matter. What really matters is that even with her injured arm (which she tried to hide from me), she still made dinner, tidied up the house and put Hina to sleep.

Maybe many didn't realize it, but I know my mother better than anyone and knew when she was in pain. Despite suspicions, I was only sure when I I woke up in the middle of the night, and as I passed my mother's room, I heard her moaning in pain next to a pack of medicine.

What I saw I will never forget


Never, never...

But even with all that, I remember my times with my mother very fondly. I remember her every day, combing my hair with a brush she had, I remember the delicious cookies she made, I remember the time we spent in the park together.

When I started being bullied at school and even my friends' parents spoke ill of me to her, she was the only one who always stood by my side. One day, when my schoolmates had just humiliated me in front of everyone at school, I even managed to hold back the tears in front of them, but as I got closer to home, I couldn't hold back any longer.

When she saw me through the window, she ran out of the house and gave me a big hug. His hug was strong, but at the same time, so gentle that the more time passed, the less I cared about what had just happened.

Then, when I stopped crying, she took me inside. The next day, while combing my hair as usual, she asked me what had happened, but I didn't want to put another weight on my mother's back, she would be very distressed and I knew that in the end, the bullying would not stop.I said it was no big deal, and that I had just had a fight with a friend. But just as I knew my mother like no one else, she also knew me the same way. I remember, she hugged my head, gave me a warm kiss on my hair and said something I would never forget.


"Satoru, my son, don't be ashamed to cry when you feel like crying, but when you go through a difficult situation or feel sad, always smile my son"


Then she gave me a huge smile.

My mother has always been with me in the happiest and most difficult times of my life. And she taught me several things that I will carry with me until the end of my life.Maybe what she asked me to do is forgive other people.But what this confuses me is that maybe there are situations where it is impossible to forgive someone. For example, you might be able to forgive a betrayal, but you might not. Maybe you can forgive, an aggression, but maybe not...

Now, a more difficult one: Would you forgive your mother's murderer?


I would not forgive...