Setbacks are an inevitable part of my life. Sometimes, setbacks make me feel like life is trapped in the dark, with no way out.
It was a nightmare that I still remember, and it would appear in the dream from time to time, leaving me in a cold sweat when I woke up.
When I was standing at the low point of my life and was about to bow to fate, a chance chance changed the trajectory of my life.
When I looked back, it was my neighbor Lao Wang.
Lao Wang is a retired veteran who used to be comrades-in-arms with my father. He looked a little agitated and handed me a photograph that he had stumbled upon while sorting through the relics of his comrades.
Wang told me that this was a photo of him and my father, taken when they first joined the army.
Hearing this, my heart fluttered again. My father was the most important person in my life, but we had a gap because of something that we still haven't been able to resolve.
After that meeting, my father gradually accepted me. As we sat at the wooden table at home, he recounted the experiences of his comrades in his youth, and the tragic sacrifice of those comrades-in-arms made him sad.
I didn't end up living up to my dreams when I was younger, but at least my relationship with my father was repaired. Every time I see the portrait of my father holding his comrades-in-arms, I can feel that indescribable emotion.
I used to think that my relationship with my father would become closer and more harmonious, but this disagreement made me realize that conflicts and strife in the family are not resolved smoothly.
I don't know how this conflict will end, and I don't know how the relationship between me and my father will go.
During this time, my father's mood was a little low, and he began to become negative and depressed. Every time I go to see him, I always find him lonely and mired in memories.
After some consideration, I decided to find a way to hold a reunion of comrades-in-arms, and most of those young comrades-in-arms are now enjoying their old age in peace, and it should not be difficult to find them.
However, when I made this suggestion to my father, he bluntly refused. He said he didn't want to touch the pain of the past again, and he didn't want to be sad again because of the past.
I was disappointed by my father's refusal, but I didn't give up completely. I continued to try to find my father's comrades, hoping to reconnect with them.
I was very happy about this and felt that this meeting would bring great comfort to my father.
I decided to take advantage of a weekend to invite them to a villa for a party. When everything was ready, I went home in high spirits to tell my father the good news.
I approached him and tried to invite him to the party again, but he flatly refused, with a hint of anger in his voice.
I didn't expect my father to be so adamant, and I tried to communicate with him and tell him how important this meeting was to our family.
I felt very frustrated and frustrated, feeling that my efforts had been wasted.
I was caught off guard by this sudden conflict, and I didn't know what to do to get my father to open his mind.
I decided to communicate with my father again and try to understand his inner world. Because I know that only when my father's heart is truly willing to face this past can our family truly untie the knot.
A long time ago, my father and I didn't have a close relationship. There was always an indescribable estrangement between us, although he always went out of his way to care and care for me.
Although my father and his comrades had many inseparable memories, he gradually learned to let go and was willing to open up to me.
I often cook some delicious food for him, accompany him to listen to old songs, and his care and companionship make him gradually let go of the burden in his heart.
The news shocked me and I couldn't believe my ears. My father has always been a role model to me, and I never thought he would have such a past.
Right now, my heart is full of troubles and struggles. Doubts and doubts about my father entangled in my heart, and I began to think more about my father's words and deeds.
For a long time, my father and I reveled in the happiness we had found. Whenever I see the picture of my father holding his comrades, my eyes are full of memories and emotions, and I feel satisfied.
Words could not describe my inner struggle, and I did not dare to face this letter, nor to face my father. Every time I see the photos of my father in arms, my heart is filled with endless regret and unrelieved pain.
I realized that my father had always had me as a daughter in his heart, but my pain was indescribable. The happiness of meeting my father seems to be just a dream for a moment, I don't know what to do, this dispute, this heart that has been bumped, has always existed.
I hope that time will heal this knot and that my relationship with my father can be repaired again, but I also know the deep fear in my heart.
The more I thought about it, the more overwhelmed I became. And what kind of changes and liberation will it bring to me and my father in the future?