My heart is heavy, so I have to turn around and count the dust I left behind.
Dad is a very strict person. In my mind, he criticized me every day. Usually, I always go in one ear and out the other.
Accustomed to his strictness. It is precisely because of his strictness that I have been very afraid of him since I was a child, and I have stayed away from him and even rejected him. I always thought dad
Dad doesn't love me. So I prefer to lean against my mother and enjoy the warm and delicate sunshine that my mother sprinkled for me.
That day, my mother was on a business trip, which suddenly made me feel helpless when I was used to relying on my mother. It happened that dad didn't come home for dinner, which
But it makes me feel relieved. Because according to my experience, as long as my mother is away, my father will always scold me. As long as he goes out to socialize at ordinary times, there will always be
If you come back late, you will be free. With this mentality, I prepared my own dinner and did my homework. However, almost every once in a while, my father will call to ask.
Have I eaten, rested, drunk water, finished my homework ... I'm tired of asking and want to unplug the telephone line, but I don't have this.
Courage can only be perfunctory at a time, just deal with it several times.
But just after eight o'clock, the door was knocked. I'm surprised that my father came back so early! He said he still didn't trust me.
The growing content of handwritten newspapers
After taking a shower, dad has been leaning back on the sofa in the living room and snoring. Dad is a good sleeper, and it is usually difficult to wake him up after he falls asleep.
Wake up. When I passed the living room to hang clothes on the balcony, I walked carefully for fear of waking him up. I feel a little uneasy, too, because every time
Next time my mom goes on a business trip, my dad always wants me to sleep with him. But his thunderous snoring kept me awake. If you quarrel with him,
When I wake up, he will let me sleep with him.
But when I passed by, I woke him up quietly. I looked at him nervously. Seemed to perceive my expression.
Unnatural, he hesitated and only said good night to me.
When I went back to my room, my eyes suddenly moistened when I thought of my father's expression just now. Although my father is tired and asleep, he is still paying attention to me.
Watch my step.
Growth is a process of color. Bright dresses have gone with the wind, and pink bows have flown away. A school uniform, a dignified color has disappeared.
When I saw the colorful cover of fairy tales, I saw the seriousness of textbooks. A mountain of textbooks. -Impetuousness is attributed to silence and the past.
The gorgeous colors of the sun only decorate the dreams of youth.