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[Transcript]

Dad

When I was little, I'd often find myself in front of a calendar. I counted how many days there were left until my dad came back home.

My dad is a farmer, so he always worked outside, but I always knew where I had to go to find him. Expect for winter. At that time, I didn't know why he was not around in winter. I cannot recall how he left home. He was gone without me realizing it.

I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth. It wasn't until much much later that I found out that he went away to do construction work because he was the only breadwinner in my family and tried to make ends meet. In my hometown, we have a lot of snow in winter, and everything freezes. Most farmers take a break, but he couldn't afford one.

I was a daddy girl; I counted days every day, wishing he could have come back home after finishing counting. My mum was beside me, smiling, but I don't know how she really felt beside me at that time.

I grew up without worrying about anything thanks to my parents. I’m as old as they were. I’m trying my best, but I always wonder if I’m doing well like them. They are my heroes.

And today is a special day. Happy birthday, Dad.