World 0535.
Derek pov:
A long time ago, I also had a happy family.
My father was a company employee who would work part-time as a driver outside of work, a very ordinary job, but a very great being in my mind.
A large part of this was because of my mother's admiration for my father.
My mother was a housewife who loved my father dearly.
She always talked about my father in front of me.
She would usually say, "Your father, the most gentle, best man, brought me roses when he came home today."
"Your daddy works a lot; we should be as considerate and take care of him as possible."
"Your daddy is always very good to us. I feel so happy."
In my mother's words, my father was always one hundred percent.
In reality, I didn't have strong feelings for my father. Maybe it was because he was
