I walked around Kyoto Station with my wife and wife, to meet my mother in late October. This is where I had lived in my early 20s to study at Ryukoku University, away from my parents. Certainly, it was the springtime of my life.
My son is 1 year and ten months old. Although he is growing healthy, he doesn’t speak the words of “mother” and “father” yet. I’m a little worried, and my wife is too. As far as I heard from my mother, I started talking when I was 2 years and two months old. It seems my development was slower than average. Don’t worry, take it easy.
This weekend, I did cooking for my wife’s birthday. The menu was pizza, marinated salmon, pickles, and offal cooked in tomato. Those foods and drinks were delicious, and we enjoyed it. Then she talked about the gynecologist. According to her words, there is a possibility that we can get infertility treatment. I little get confused. I can’t decide whether to have hope of getting a father.
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