Father's responsibility
What is remembered is the father's responsibility for the family.
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For dinner, the shredded sour and spicy potatoes on the table are fragrant. "Dad, are you on the L night shift again today?" I asked casually. "Yeah, you eat fast, eat when you're done eating and go to study." Father said that he had clipped me with shredded potatoes.
Because I like to eat sour and spicy shredded potatoes, my father always struggled to get a lot of potatoes and peppers from the mountains every year. Only because I once said after eating: "The sour and spicy potato shreds made of potatoes and peppers in the mountains are pure in taste and delicious." "My father didn't have a car, it wasn't easy to get potatoes back from the mountains far away, and some people once ridiculed him for "spoiling his daughter too much" and "tossing and turning at any cost for her daughter." The father always smiled: "I can make my daughter eat sour and spicy potato shreds, but it is daddy's smallest responsibility!" ”
At eight o'clock in the evening, I was doing my chemistry homework and my father came home. Came back so early, don't go to work today? I think. Father walked in. "I went late, didn't catch the car, and switched to a late night shift with someone else. When do you sleep? "I still have homework to finish, and I'll go to sleep after playing." What's wrong? "I nibbled on the apple my father had cut before he went to work." Remember to call me up at eleven o'clock to go to work, and I'll go to sleep first. "After a while my father told me to call him at half past ten and not disturb my rest.
I lay in bed early, and at half past ten I got up to call out to my father. I turned on the light in my father's room and saw the quilt on the bed, the pajamas on the side of the bed, the half-cigarette at the head of the bed, and the empty room instantly became very large. At that moment, I had a new understanding of my parents' dissatisfaction and incomprehension: I couldn't sleep well at eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, because I had to get up late at night to go to work; I didn't have a few days off for a month, but I never heard my father complain... I turned to see the sour and spicy potato shreds on the table, and then remembered my father's slightly hunched back, thick shoulders, and his responsibility to the family...
Once, my father made a table full of dishes, and I "liked" the sour and spicy potato shreds at a glance, and almost finished eating a plate. My father did not ask me if I liked to eat, but he saw that I liked to eat, so he silently bought and bought it back to make it for me; I liked to eat chicken, he would make kung pao chicken and dry pot chicken for me every two weeks, even if he did not like to eat, he would also do it for me; I liked to eat shrimp, and my father was sensitive to seafood, but he would still make braised prawns for me, busy working for half a day to make a large plate, but he could not eat a bite...
My father and I saw my mother's preferences in my eyes, remembered them in my heart, and did not express them deliberately, but he always treasured his love in small things, worked hard, and the income was not high, but let his daughter eat as well as others! This is his family responsibility, and it is only then that he understands the father's difficulty in his mother's mouth and knows his father's responsibility for the family.
Turning off the lights, tears blurred my eyes indisputably. I want to remember what my father looks like: the look of hardship, the look of helplessness, the look of love, for the sake of the family, hard work, rest days, trying to make a few of my daughter's favorite small dishes...
Although his father was very ordinary, he was responsible for both his work and his family. I want to cherish my father's love and be a responsible person like my father.