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There are a lot, but I remember this time when my dad got mad in the past. When he found the ashes from when I was secretly smoking in my room, right after I got home, I got kicked out at the front door (laugh). After that, I was disinherited until I was about 20. At the time, since I hadn’t returned home for a while, my room had gotten messy, and I thought, “Eh?” when I saw a long sheet of calligraphy paper placed on my bed. Something along the lines of, “You can’t enter this house anymore, our family ties are cut off” was written vertically and formally on it. After that, I left the house, and, like that, I couldn’t meet my parents’ face-to-face even if they died. Because of that, I didn’t have a home to live in for awhile, but some years later, my parents called our office and were like, “We’ll be in your care.” They were told to call our manager of the time, and we reconciled, but our first meeting after a long time was at the Shibuya AX live. At that time, my dad saw my live for the first time and cried. It was a little moving.