Dad’s workplace

“Do you want to go out for lunch with my co-workers?”

Ten years ago, my husband asked me.

“But but but, I am really not good at communicating, you know?”

“That’s alright”

I wasn’t sure why it was alright but I decided to have lunch with them.

When I was a teenager, I was Hikikomori. I had Ménière’s disease so whenever I tried to go out, I felt dizzy.

I was nervous because there were more or less twenty people on the table and I couldn’t focus on the conversation.It wasn’t my English problems. I couldn’t talk with them even in Japanese.It was my communcation problem.

One day after a decade, my husband asked me and my son.

“Do you want to come to my workplace?”

I was thinking how to answer but my son answered immediately.

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“YES!!”

To be hobest, I was anxious about my son who has got developmental disoder would interact with my husband’s coworkers but we decided to go there.

When we arrived at my husband’s workplace, my son was so excited on the elevator.

“Wow, it’s like a rapid train!”

We reached upper floor.

“Hello!”

My husband’s co-workers said. My son introduced himself simply and he sat on his dad’s desk. He is “working” as he is a worker, too.

People from various countries were working with coffee and snacks in hand, typing away on their keyboards of computers.

Somehow, my son was connecting with everyone even without making a strenuous effort to talk. Diversity was definitely present there as if it were sinly the norm.

After we come back home, my son said to my husband.

“Dad, I want to work in your workplace in the future,too!”

My husband smiled each other and ran our hands over.