I was very happy at that moment.

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When I was a child, I had no memory of my father until I was 4 years old.

Later, my mother told me that my father had been working far away. When he grew up, I realized that my father was a staff member of an embassy abroad, not for the country! To this end, I am very proud and often say in front of my friends that my father is a very powerful person!

Later, this pride gradually turned into inferiority and anger. I can only watch other friends coquetry happily in my father's arms; Watching other friends talk about their father, I can't say "my father is very good" anymore.

Finally one day, my father came back. I looked at my father with disdain. So that's it. It's not what I expected at all. Dad came to hug me, but I pushed him away; Sleeping at night, I cried and cried not to sleep in another bed with my father. I saw my father's face getting ugly. I know there is a deep gap between my father and me.

This gap, until I was one year old.

Had a big fight with my father again. I inherited my father's stubbornness, and with him, we quarreled almost every day.

Noisy, noisy. Dad suddenly raised his big hand and hit me.

My voice stopped and my father's hand stopped.

Suddenly, my tears kept falling and I couldn't stop. Dad covered his head, and the white hair on his head became more and more obvious. I saw them trembling slightly.

For such a long time, my father has been arguing with me, but he has never hit me. This time, I'm really scared, really.

It's terribly quiet.

Father suddenly burst into tears, tears fell on his trousers, forming a dark water mark. He cried like a child, and I was at a loss, because I had never, never seen a big man cry so weakly.

"These four years, but for you, is it really that important? Why? Is the gap between you and me really so deep? How can you not understand my love for you? " Dad said to himself, I was shocked.

No, dad, you have been silently caring for me and loving me.

I know that behind me, there are always a pair of concerned eyes watching me.

It turns out, dad, you have always been like this, silently loving me deeply, always.

It is my daughter's fault. It's my daughter. I didn't realize your love

I gently picked up a napkin and wiped the tears from my father's eyes. Surprised, wrinkles have increased so much.

Dad looked up in surprise and I said, "Dad, don't cry. It is my daughter's fault. "

The gap of eight years is as thin as a cicada's wing, and it will be broken with a poke.

Dad came to pick me up. Yes, he never picked me up when I was a child. This should be regarded as a kind of compensation. He hugged me round and round, and in a trance, I whispered in my father's ear, Dad, I love you; In a trance, I returned to my childhood.

I smiled, yes, at this moment, I was really happy.

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When I was four years old, I pushed away your big hand holding me;

At the age of five, I would rather die than call you "dad";

At the age of seven, I had a fierce quarrel with you for the first time;

When I was eleven, you held me and I smiled. Love needs to be said out loud.

In those years, we missed the hug.

-P.S.