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I vividly remember, it was in December 2004 and that was a very special day of my life. I had received a note from the day care center of my daughter in Tokyo who was then 7 years old. It was about celebrating Father’s Day in her kindergarten class. The plan was to have all the fathers come to the day care to spend the afternoon with their children reflecting what mothers do on a regular basis and share a snack with their child.

That day I was at work and had to attend meetings till 3 p.m. Luckily I had already received special permission from my boss that I could leave the office every day at 4:30 p.m. to pick up my daughter from the day care. I didn’t want to make another request to leave earlier than that. As a single mother, originally from Nepal, I was also a bit hesitant and unsure of what will be my daughter’s reaction, when she sees me in the day care. Will she be happy or sad? Will it remind her of not having a father, who was Japanese and was not in this world anymore. I was also not sure as to how I myself would feel in a room full of men with their children to celebrate Father’s Day.

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