1.0「親子の日」Oyako Dayhttps://oyako.qpit.me/en/Oyako Day Editorial Teamhttps://oyako.qpit.me/en/author/yuumatsuura/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="UWgAm8nzVQ"><a href="https://oyako.qpit.me/en/news-en/2018/07/oyoko-day-essay-vol-2/">Oyoko Day Essay vol.2</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://oyako.qpit.me/en/news-en/2018/07/oyoko-day-essay-vol-2/embed/#?secret=UWgAm8nzVQ" width="600" height="338" title="“Oyoko Day Essay vol.2” — 「親子の日」Oyako Day" data-secret="UWgAm8nzVQ" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://oyako.qpit.me/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> https://oyako.qpit.me/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/7b28baacfc4c7095589cd354f6e9112a-e1531900894602.jpg15122016We will introduce some works from the collection of works in past Oyako Day Essay contest.   THE DAY I BCAME A PARENT I suddenly became the mother of a 10 year-old, American boy. Not a blood relation, but a foster parent. He was cute for the first month, but from there on, he plunged into rebellion. He was difficult and emotionally unstable. How many times did I think I should to stop being a foster parent? When I thought of giving over my role to a social worker, the words stuck in my throat and I couldn’t go through with it. Our mud-slinging went on for a half a…