When I first decided to move to Japan some 4.5 years ago, the father did what he does best, i.e. oppose. He knew that he couldn’t stop me from what I decided to do, so his tactic was to try sell me China with its potential economic growth, and how my filthy rich distant relatives could give me a hand. But I had decided to not listen to any of that.
The father and the mother visited Japan with 7 of their friends for the first time in January this year, and the father said to me, “Now I understand why you like Japan so much.”
That was enough to make me want to cry.