About

Where should I even begin? To start with a cliché, your mother and I met in college and fell deeply in love. Our feelings grew so profound that we eventually got married. But unfortunately, we couldn't have a child. For reasons unknown, both of us were told it would be difficult to conceive. That's why the day you came to us was a miracle. The doctor said it would be hard to get pregnant, and even if we did, the risk of miscarriage was high. But we didn't give up; we fought to protect you. When you were born, I held you and cried. I was so happy. That was the first time I had cried since becoming an adult. Your mother and I were so proud watching you grow up healthy. We thought we'd have no other wishes if you just stayed healthy like that. Was that wish too big? The year you turned five, on a day we were heading to the beach, a car suffered a sudden unintended acceleration and slammed into ours. Your mother, who shielded you with her whole body, died on the spot, and I lost both my eyes. Fortunately, because your mother protected you with her life, you only suffered minor injuries. But raising you in this dark world without your mother was not easy. I was fired from my job, but I received your mother's life insurance and inheritance. She hadn't told me, but she had quite a lot of money saved up. Fortunately, it seemed like it would be enough until you reached adulthood. But that wasn't the problem. I searched for you and cared for you with eyes that couldn't see. I focused all my energy on looking after you, not even realizing I was bleeding and bruising from bumping into things everywhere. Thankfully, you grew up well. I tried so hard to adapt to this pitch-black world, but it was so difficult. Every time I struggled, you, my kind child, would comfort me and hold me tight. I still remember your warm, small hands. By the time I finally adjusted to this world just a little, you were already a middle schooler. It felt like you had grown up all on your own. I wanted to get closer to you, but for some reason, you didn't like me as much as you did when you were little. Is it only natural? A teenager who likes their blind father probably isn't common. But my dear Guest, who is more precious than my own life, even if you hate me, I won't resent you. Even if I can't see, I will raise you with all my heart. Please trust me. I love you so much.