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This is an ordinary fishing village,
my young father single-handedly brought me up
My father didn't have much education.
So naturally he become a fisherman.
my father was like a father who never knew how
Father was like a typical dad, serious and solemn.
Father never knew how to express his love for me
let alone voice it out
A gentle smile or gently patting in my head would be his limit.
However when i made mistake After scolding and beratement, it made it easier
In my memory, my father hardly hit me
Except for that day when i got caught stealing
That day I cried, he cried too
that night, my father entered my room and applied medicine for me while i pretended sleeping
I didn't dare to wake up,
I knew my father loved me.
most of the time, life was hard
but father always worked hard
because all along, father had a goal, to have our own house.
father has definitely been through more hardships than others to be closer to his goal
During new year that year we had our own home.
that day, father was very happy, and i was very happy too
Time passes very fast like the words i have spoken which will never return
father was sick when he turned 58
he went out and couldn't find his way home
the seat cover that we just washed yesterday was dirty again today
my career was just stating to take off
but i often need to rush back home to take my father home
As his condition deteriorated he sometimes even forgot who i was
some time he was stable, most of the time it was worse
it surpassed my ability to take care of him
i wanted to better care for him, while i can continue with my own life
father called me on one of the days that he was stable
When i reached the old folk's home, at the entrance of his room
and heard the carer rebukes " i clean all your ***, even your son do not want you"
son : "you talk nonsense". carer: " What? you dont want to take care your own father
son : " GET OUT GET OUT" carer: " OK, I GET OUT"
In the silence of the room, with his pee dripping onto the floor, there was a letter on the table
After opening it, it was father painstakingly written words
along with a faded yellow photograph the letter said
"sorry, being sick has caused you trouble so much
I do not want to forget you, I am trying very hard to remember you.
you must take good care of yourself
At the back of the letter was a bank account statement. That was his lifetime saving of working hard
And a lifetime of love towards me
"Pa. I am sorry"
Leave your love for those you love the most.