Have you ever complained about your parents?

Complained that they didn't give you a good background, complained that they didn't have a lot of money, complained that they weren't rich, complained that they weren't caring enough for you, complained that they were always blaming you, complained that they didn't understand you, didn't know you, ever?

There was a time when I had. Even sometimes regret that I came to be such a very ordinary family.

So after I grew up and became an adult, a lot of things for my parents, very can not understand, especially my father. I don't understand why he was never at home, and I could only see him on New Year's days.

I'm a typical, rural so-called "shankaka" born girl, when I was a child, the old family lived in a thatched hut. Because my father was not at home all year round, so usually the family encountered anything, it was my mother who dealt with it.

I remember when I was about five years old. There was a hailstorm at night, which was the first hailstorm I had ever seen in my life. A very large one directly hit the ground, the straw house was broken into pieces, fortunately, the family has a stone cement repair of the grain warehouse, we in the inside of the peace of the night. After that, my mom asked the neighbors to fix our house again.

My father was not there when we needed him.

I remember another time, when I was just in elementary school, I think, our straw house, caught on fire and burned extraordinarily large. My schoolbag was hanging on the top of a nail about two meters away from me, but I didn't dare to go and get it. I was so looking forward to someone helping me, because I loved my bag so much. It was a military-colored canvas hanging bag, and it was the first school bag of my life. But there was no one to help me. The house burned all our roofs and all those memories (photos) we once had of our parents when they were young.

My father was still not there when we needed him so much.

My mom was wise enough to say that we were going to get out of here no matter what. Around the time I was ten or ten years old, we came to the township where we live now. I remember that the total price of the house will be 2 w, the family has no money, mom put the only deposit, two thousand dollars to find the contractor begged to buy the house, paid a deposit. The next year, our whole family lived in a clear water house without windows and doors, fortunately there is a security door.

The clean water house had no electricity and no water, the water was picked from outside, and the light was borrowed from the street lamps, and the night was very bright. And that year, my father was injured at work because he was working outside and went home to recuperate from his injuries. That was the only time I saw my father on a non-New Year's Eve, and it was also the only time I saw my mom cry in my life.

So my father's impression of all kinds of my father is extremely bad, after entering the community and my father said three words will certainly quarrel kind. Probably because of the complaints about the father has been missing. It feels like he left and has been a long time.

Mom also told me that before the age of three has been my father with me, is very loving me, in our several sisters is the most loving me. Mom said I was a child, always crying in the middle of the night, even in the middle of the night at two or three o'clock in the morning even in the middle of the winter, Dad, he would carry me to the yard, outside the roadside and keep walking and keep coaxing. But what can a child under the age of three remember? I remember the journey, all the ups and downs, it is mom alone to bear. So I'm full of more complaints about my father.

Until this epidemic. Let me change a lot, my view of the father.

Because of the epidemic, my previous store collapsed and closed. That is to say, the previous investment of more than 20 million all water blew away, indebtedness of more than 20 million. Before I swore that I would do business and open a restaurant, to start my own business, to realize my dream of me, confidence instantly collapsed.

Like I have passed 35, has passed the age of going out to find a job people are left behind, like I left the workplace for many years, I do not know in this society I go to work what else can be done in order to pay off the debt?

Until today I watched a short video: said if when you are lost, do not know what to do when, or you are in the trough, you can go to the north. Go to see what those excellent people over there are doing? What do they talk about when they eat? How do they go about their business after work? It was at that moment that I began to understand a little bit why my father left me to work after the age of three. Because at this moment, my child is only four years old. I also want to go to these first-tier cities, to break into, to see, to give myself a chance to turn around.

And it was at this point that I fully understood my father's real reason for leaving when he said he loved me.

So I was wrong.

I was wrong. I misunderstood him for many years.

So, I picked up the phone, dialed my father's phone, and said to the father on the other end of the phone, "I love you, Dad!"

I thought he would think I was strange or ask me what was wrong.

I thought he would think I was strange or ask me what was wrong, but my father answered softly and gently, "I know all about it".

At that moment, the tears could not be stopped.

"No matter what happens, no matter how you talk back, you are my daughter!"