It was a while ago, but when I returned to Hiroshima,
Our family celebrated my father's birthday at a familiar restaurant.
Ristorante Mario is a famous Italian restaurant in Hiroshima.
This store was opened when I was in the 4th grade of elementary school.
It is a restaurant where you can eat ``escargot'', ``tiramisu'', and ``panna cotta'', which were popular at the time.
I think it was a relatively early restaurant for a restaurant that was renovated from an old private house.
The former owner of this place is said to have been a classmate of my father at the same culinary school.
Not only is it a familiar place that we use every time we have birthdays in our house,
A place that you can call a shop that feels like home.
My mother and sister have birthdays close to each other,
We always had birthday parties together,
Apparently his father and mother often came together for drinks.
As for my mother, I always drink too much with friends.
I often have the shop staff take me home.
I was able to celebrate my father's birthday at such a familiar restaurant.
I was deeply moved to be able to bring my family there.
My older child is also in the third grade of elementary school.
I was about the same age when I first visited.
I feel a connection somehow.
Unfortunately, I don't have anyone to celebrate with other than my father.
I don't know when I'll be able to go next time, but
If one day I can reach my sixtieth birthday,
I would be happy if the children could celebrate here.
Will I survive until then?
