"My dad was an old soldier. He fought the Japanese. A few years ago, he got a terminal illness—motor neuron disease, the incurable kind. He went off to a hotel by himself and took sleeping pills. Luckily, we found him and saved him. He wasn't afraid of dying; he was afraid of burdening the family. Although he eventually still passed away, he finally came to terms with it and spent his last days with us."
"When my dad passed away, I was in my rebellious middle-school phase. Now that I'm a father myself, I really want to slap myself twice! I treated ignorance as rebellion! I regret it so much [crying uncontrollably]! Dad! You're eighteen this year too, right? [tears] You'll have to take the college entrance exam next year [tears]."
"How many people cried their way through this, then went home but couldn't put aside their pride to ask their dad how he'd been doing?"
"Too real."
"At this moment, a man as mighty as an eagle shed little pearls."
"When I was little, I stood on my father's shoulders and thought I was the strongest person in the world. Only now did I realize that my happy life was bought with my father's labor!"
"When the two people who gave birth to you and raised you are both gone, there will no longer be anyone in this world who truly cherishes and loves you. No one will care whether you're doing well, whether work is tiring, whether you've gained weight or lost it. No one will tolerate your bad temper or put up with your flaws anymore. When you remember all the little moments you shared with your parents, tears will stream down your face, and your heart will feel like it's being cut by knives."
"When your