My father
2020-09-29 20:34 ≈ 163Words ≈ 1Minutes

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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