Sorry, Father... Thank you, Father

Right now, Saturday, weather: Cloudy, what am I doing? In overtime, tired work, intermittent rest, a little thought, what are you thinking? My father.

Why use a title like "I'm sorry, Father..."? I think that this simple sentence has accumulated too much emotion, accumulated too many misunderstandings, and also carries too much guilt for my father.

I am not good at expressing myself, when facing my father, I can't express my chest directly, and I express my love and guilt for him in my heart in words, so let me relax with the help of words.

First, allow me to chant and nag my father

Father, he was an authentic peasant, rigid in thought, stubborn in character, but a real person.

They all say that fatherly love is obscure, and so is my father...

I remember when I was a child, my family was not rich, my two sisters and I were two or three years apart in age, and all three children were in the school stage. At that time, nine years of compulsory education were not free, and hundreds of a semester may not sound like much now, but more than twenty years ago, especially for rural families, it was a considerable amount. You know, at that time, working for only 20 yuan a day, now a casual day's labor is calculated as "hundred".

Therefore, at that time, the family was also frugal. I don't know what kind of psychology my father had when he faced this "huge amount" at that time, but from the point of view of being able to pay us tuition on time every time, I think there should be a sentence in his heart that is, "No matter how poor you are, you must also study."

Yes, all along, in terms of learning, my father has been more strict. In the countryside where "dropping out of school is the norm and reading is useless", my father insisted that we read books, and it was really rare to pay attention to our behavior of reading all the time. My sisters and I are also glad that we were born into such a family. Thanks to the father, thanks to the mother!

One more thing, I have to say, too.

When I was still a child, I still had to talk about my father's silent love. This is also what my mother told me later when I grew up.

At that time, our sisters and brothers had almost no snacks, so we always expected our father to bring us some scallion-scented crepes one night.

When I grew up, my mother told me that my father once told her: "Children have a long body, hungry mouths, other things in the family can't afford, buy some biscuits for them to eat, I myself loved to eat when I was a child but couldn't eat, that feeling, he understands."

This is the love of the father, the love of the subtleties, but it is so warm. Thank you, Father!

Later, as I went to school, from elementary school, junior high school, high school to college, my father always told me to study well, and the economic aspect told me not to worry, he tried to find a way. Fortunately, the three of us, all sensible children, did not disappoint him. It's really a poor child who has already taken charge!

Second, it is time to say sorry to my father

Why say I'm sorry? It had to start after I worked.

After graduating from university, I successfully found a job. At first, I worked in the city where my hometown was located, and then I was transferred to the provincial capital city to work, and I also started a family, and with the help of both parents, I bought a house.

For rural people, moving to a new house is a big thing, and they must choose an auspicious day to move. The contradiction begins here...

I belong to a person who is more disgusted with these rules, I think there is no need to choose what day, how to facilitate how to come, but my father can't, he thinks it is very necessary, therefore, our grandfather and son argue about the issue of choosing a date, during which I do not understand things and say", "I will decide these things myself in the future, do not need you to take care of it", this sentence hurt my father.

My father had some patriarchal ideas, and he always thought that he was the head of the family, and we should all listen to him and obey his wishes. But this time I went against his will, and although I finally compromised, this sentence had hurt my father.

Later, my image of "disobedience" gradually deepened, so that even now my father still says, "You don't listen to me anyway."

Actually, Father, I want to say to you: I am not not listening to you, I also know that you love me and care about me, but, as I grow up, there are some things I have my own arrangements.

For myself, I also criticize myself: my father is a bit stubborn, he is the head of the family, why don't you obey him?

Sorry, Father...

One more thing I want to say sorry to my father...

Two years ago, my children came into this world with great joy.

My lover and I are both office workers, and the working hours of the two are not fixed, often have to work overtime, and holidays cannot be taken off, so the task of taking children falls to the mother.

In order to help me with the children, my mother had to come from my hometown to the provincial city and leave my father alone in my hometown. My guilt for my father grew. ......

The father was accustomed to the days when his mother was around. From the time they got married, the mother was a typical housewife, who never left her father in half a step, and raised her father into a "giant baby" who "stretched out her hands in clothes and opened her mouth with food". My father couldn't cook, he couldn't wash clothes, he couldn't take care of himself, but from then on, he had to learn from scratch and become self-reliant.

Everyone says that "life is rare to have an old companion". My father was nearly sixty years old, but he had to live alone, washing and cooking by himself, sleeping by himself, and not even a warm bed, quarreling and mixing mouths. It was all caused by me...

I'm sorry, Father.

In the past two years, my father's health has not been as good as a day, and the physical examination indicators are not normal. It's all because of me, for me...

Since the daughter was born, she rarely returns to her hometown to stay with her grandparents, so my father rarely feels the happiness of his children and grandchildren around his knees, which is also caused by me...

Fortunately, this time the father specially came to the provincial city, the daughter is also very sensible, the left a grandfather, the right a grandfather's call, the father to make a straight happy.

My father's long-lost laughter also made me very happy,

In this life, I was destined to owe my father and could not repay it. The only comfort I can give him may be the company of my granddaughter, the sound of "Grandpa", I think it is enough to let my father feel relieved, but also let me forgive myself a little.

Or say: I'm sorry, Father; thank you, Father!