Perhaps they believed in me, their son, just like master.
They believed that one day I would summon my courage and come out of the room on my own.
But in the end, I kept on staying home like that, and finally had to be thrown out by my parents.
Either go work at an acquaintance’s metalworking factory, or receive 1 million and leave the house.
At the time they said that, I resented them, saying "Some parents they are! Isn't it their job to take care of the son they gave birth to!?"
But I wonder how my parents felt at that time.