At that time, my father insisted on divorcing my mother, and I didn't have contact for 20 years, and now he suddenly came back to me
I remember that day, the sun was shining obliquely into the house, and I was telling a story to my children. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I put down the book in my hand and walked slowly to open the door, thinking that a neighbor must have come to borrow some candy. However, when I opened the door, I saw a familiar and unfamiliar face. That face has appeared countless times in photos and in my dreams.
"Dad?" I called tentatively.
He nodded, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "Son, it's me." ”
My head "buzzed" like an explosion. My father, whom I hadn't seen for 20 years, suddenly appeared in front of me, and for a while, I didn't know what to say.
He looked much older, his hair was gray, and his back was a little hunched. But those eyes, still the way I remember them, deep and bright. He was wearing an old shirt with mud on the cuffs of his trousers, apparently from the countryside.
"Why are you here?" I tried to keep my voice as calm as I could.
"I ...... I'll come and see you. He looked a little nervous, rubbing his hands together.
I didn't speak, just looked at him silently. In those years, in the dead of night, I would think of him. I think of the night he insisted on divorcing his mother, and the back of him walking out of the house without looking back. I used to hate him, hated why he was so ruthless, leaving our mother and son alone. But as time passed, that hatred was slowly diluted by time and turned into a faint longing.
"Come in and sit. I turned and walked into the room and motioned for him to follow.
He looked a little reserved, sitting on the sofa with his hands on his knees, not daring to move. I looked at him like this, and my heart was mixed. Is this still the father who used to be high-spirited and unequivocal?
"How have you been all these years?" I said, breaking the silence.
He sighed, "Usual." Plant some fields in the countryside, raise some chickens and ducks, or something. Where's your mother? Is she okay?"
"She's fine. I simply said, "We're already there." ”
"That's good. He nodded, "That's good." ”
For the rest of the day, we were like two strangers who had just met, chatting with each other. He told me about his life in the country, and I told him about my job and family in the city. There seems to be an invisible chasm between us, which is so close at hand, but yet far away.
That night, I lay in bed for a long time and couldn't sleep. I think of my dad when he was younger, and how beautiful he was back then. But now, he has fallen to this point, and one cannot help but feel a sense of sadness. At the same time, I also remembered the bits and pieces of my own childhood: riding on my father's neck to play, my father warming my quilt in winter, and fanning me mosquitoes in summer...... I used to be so happy! It's just that with the divorce of my parents, with the departure of my father, and with the passage of time, I have gradually forgotten! Now my father is sitting in front of me, so truly...... I suddenly panicked: What if my father came to say goodbye to me this time? What if I never see my father again? Thinking of this, I suddenly became afraid! So I immediately got up and walked to the door of my father's room and knocked lightly......
"Dad, have you slept?" I called softly.
The door opened, and the father appeared: "What's the matter? Son, is there anything wrong?"
"Dad!" ......I suddenly choked up, "Dad, I'm sorry!" I threw myself into my father's arms and cried...... At this moment, I was suddenly relieved: no matter what my father has done, no matter how much harm he has done to our mother and son, he is still my father, my only father! I should cherish every minute and every second with my father......
In the days that followed, my relationship with my dad began to slowly break the ice and slowly warmed up! I began to take him to see the prosperity of the city, to taste all kinds of food, to take him to experience all kinds of new things...... And he began to slowly integrate into my life, my family...... We lived happily together as a family, as if those unpleasant memories had never happened......
One morning a month later, my father suddenly told me that he was leaving! He said that he had a lot of things to attend to in the country and that he couldn't stay here for long...... When I heard the news, I suddenly felt a sense of loss: Is my father, who I have so hard to find, going to lose it again? But I also know that I can't be selfish and can't force my father to stay here...... So I had to hold back tears and send my father to the station......
"Dad, you must take care of yourself!" I said, holding my father's hand tightly, "Come and see us when you have time!"
"Hmm!" the father nodded, "you have to take care of yourselves, too!" After saying this, the father turned and walked into the carriage...... Looking at my father's back as he drifted away, I finally couldn't help but burst into tears......