My father

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He comes home late every day Under the dim light I opened my eyes Watching him look tired

Fixed days of the month He will bring me an American fried chicken It was “festival day”

Later we moved The time he goes home becomes very fixed Noon every day He will ride home

Bring me a bag of buns Then I ate buns for two semesters Caused me to vomit when I smell steamed buns

Then i will say I take it back to my room to eat Wait for him to go Sneak downstairs and throw it away

For a period of time He is very irritable I’ll be blamed for not being able to sleep I will blame me if I miss the car I went to the park on the weekend and it rained Will blame me too

Three years later He started to business trip Not high frequency Just each time lasts four years

Actually experienced Don’t think there is anything But always feel He seems pretty good to blame me by his side