Dad:

Go home! Snow falls all over you, and it is very cold. The cold of snow will bring real pain to people.

on a snowy night p>21 years ago, my mother gave me life, and also gave me the cold of the whole winter and almost a lifetime of pain. My mother is beautiful, isn't she? And the beauty of a woman often leads to her tragic fate. Some people, including you, think that women's beauty is often combined with infidelity. You work in a different place, your grandmother is old, and the work at home is often helped by some strange men, so ... I admit that a marriage without feelings is difficult to maintain, and the only bond that can be maintained is children. You are a son, but I am a girl named "Cher". After my full moon, you divorced your mother. In the season of falling snow, I was deprived of my mother's love at the age of one month, and only my grandmother accompanied me through the whole winter.

I grew up with the ridicule and comments of others, and I gradually understood that there should be a mother besides grandma and dad in the world. However, I am a girl with strong self-esteem, and I don't want to confide in anyone. I have been studying alone and sinking. So the students only know: I have a rich father and a sick grandmother.

You set up a family soon after your divorce, and since then you have gone home less and less. But you still send money every month. Every time you give me money, you tell me how much you love me and can't let me go, and you tell me that if other children have it, I will have it. But dad, others have a complete home, do I? When others sleep, my parents will tuck her in. When have I ever enjoyed such care? Have you ever thought that if I lose any layer of epidermis, I will be infected and painful, not to mention what I lose is family! Yes, you gave me a lot of money. Do you know that what Cher really needs is a close father's love, and what Grandma needs is a filial son? Can you give it to us? When I saw you asking about Linger (dad's later daughter), you brought pure water to your little sister to prevent her from drinking the boiled water at home; Do you know what it's like in my heart every time I hear my little sister call me "country sister" with a slight contempt? I envy my little sister, so wronged. But I don't say anything, and I don't expect too much, as long as you still have grandma as your mother and Cher as your daughter. Unexpectedly ...

it snowed heavily that Spring Festival. You called Linger's mother to come, and told me to call you "uncle" again and again. Put the phone down, my mind is blank. I see, you have been keeping my daughter from her. You don't even have the courage to admit that I am your daughter, or even deprive me of the right to be a daughter.

in order to take care of your face and avoid embarrassing situation, I hid in the kitchen. Grandma came to comfort me and said, "Cher, good boy, don't be sad, your father ..."

"Milk, I'm fine, please don't cry, it's not good for her to see."

smiling and seeing grandma off, my heart ached. Do you know that you smile on my face, but tears flow in your heart? Linger's laughter comes from time to time. Looking at the heavy snow outside the window, my heart is very cold. I am your daughter, but I am-

"Country sister!" Linger found me after all.

Linger's mother, who heard the sound, looked at me with the alert eyes peculiar to city people. You explain the truth to her at this moment. Perhaps, my resemblance to your appearance reminded her that she "interrogated" me.

cher, do you always stay at your grandmother's house? "

" Oh ... well, since primary school. "

"No wonder your uncle always runs home." Turning around, she said to you, "There's an old man who won't die, and there's a little white man coming over."

I heard the second half of Linger's mother's words in a low voice. An irresistible anger occupied my heart. I can tolerate her insults to me, but I will never allow her to insult my grandmother.

"You are the freeloader and scoundrel. This is my home and he is my father." My mind and reason are out of control.

"I asked you to scold-""Bang!" Dad, you slapped me hard.

everything that should have happened has happened, and what shouldn't have happened has also happened. At this point, you never came back, and even your mobile phone changed its number. You left, taking away all my love for you-in that snowy winter.

dad, am I wrong? I am your daughter, can't I call you "Dad"? Your slap not only hit my face, but also hit my heart, interrupting the affection between you and my father and daughter. Since you are no longer a complete father and filial son, I no longer expect anything, at least I have my grandmother, the only relative who loves me.

I was admitted to the university, and maybe I didn't live up to your high expectations. With work-study programs and scholarships, I can support myself and send some supplements to my grandmother. I thought that from now on, I could let my grandmother live a good life and let her enjoy the rest of her life, but I didn't expect her to have that blessing ...

When she left, she kept calling your name with a photo of your childhood in her hand. But what were you doing then? Are you enjoying your family with your wife, tasting food in a high-end hotel, or falling asleep leisurely? I cried my eyes out. I cried all the grievances and sufferings I had suffered in the past 21 years to my grandmother and let her take them away. At the moment when I left, all my concerns about you became a self-defense resistance. I don't even want to have any relatives anymore.

after seeing grandma off, you came. You knelt at grandma's grave and burst into tears. However, what's the use? Grandma can't hear you.

it's snowing, and it's all over you. Go back quickly! Your wife and daughter are waiting for you, at least you still have concerns. Maybe I will have gone to school by the time you come back. Please don't look for me at school, because for me: snow and family fall into winter together.

Your daughter: Cher (sincerely)