[ WP ] `` Father , what am I ? ''

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 Junko was a quiet girl, and she was good. Every morning she would make breakfast, clean the dishes, and prepare lunch... all while attending middle school. I was ashamed to have resorted to that, but it was never intentional. Her mother died at childbirth, and so I had to raise Junko alone. I... I never really wanted to be a father. Her mother was the one that was so adamant about having a child. She always told me that a child would make me an even better man. I'm ashamed of myself... I ca n't even manage to visit her grave. 
 
 But every morning, a little part of my soul is reinvigorated by seeing Junko in the kitchen. It was just as it was before she was born, when her mother was around. I thought I could handle being a father... I struggled when she was a baby. The government would n't help me, and I had no family. I was alone. I was working two jobs and a nanny practically raised her in her infancy. 
 
 But now that Junko's become of age, it's been a little easier on me. I was able to quit my part time job, and now I spend all my free time with her... to make up for the time I lost when she was a baby. In order to build up the courage to visit her mother's grave one day. I would help her with her homework, take her to the park, take her to seasonal festivals, take her to the zoo, and so on. I would do all the things a father would do for their child. 
 
 Although, I'm still ashamed of myself. I'm ashamed at having her make the breakfast and lunch, and I'm ashamed of how I raised her as a baby, but I'm most shameful for accepting the deal with that company on that rainy day. 
 
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