Every time you were criticized, you always cried and went to your father to complain. Your father, who treated you like a treasure, would see your tears and always say generously that children are bound to make mistakes, so don't be harsh on Munni.
Your father really loved you. I still remember, every night after finishing his late shift, the first thing he did upon coming home was go to your room, kiss the already asleep you, and say goodnight.
In comparison, I, as a mother, seemed particularly inadequate. Despite having plenty of time to spend with you, I chose to squander that time with friends instead.
Your father's bankruptcy dealt me a heavy blow. We moved from a villa to a rental apartment, and friends stopped contacting me because of this, which was quite a blow to me.
At that time, I forgot that besides me, your father and you were also affected. I willfully lost my temper with your father, quarreling with him daily because of it.
