"Sweet Words Between a Father and Daughter 1"

Hello! Daughter.

Glad I can be your father and I love you so much. Maybe I can't give you the best life, but all I give you is that I give everything I have. I am not writing this letter simply to tell you; the process of my acquaintance and acquaintance with your mother, to the process of falling in love. But to let you know that it is not easy for me and your mother, the letter will be very long; but please be patient after reading it.

About you, I have to start with your mother. Your mother and I met on QQ, and we don't know if there will be QQ software in the future.

At eight o'clock in the evening of November 13, the first conversation with your mother: Bored in the dormitory after work that day, I opened QQ to choose a girl among more than 500 friends to chat with. Probably because of fate; because of fate, I was able to choose your mother among more than 500 friends.

With a simple opening remark, I said, "Hello!" Your mother: "Hello!"

Then they ask the other person's name, where the person is, and so on. It's a bit like checking your account, but that's how we used to chat. I didn't ask for your mother's name, because your mother's name is already on the QQ note. It should be that we have talked before, but we don't care too much so I can't remember when it was.

I asked, "What are you doing?" Your mother said, "Talk to your classmates in the school dormitory." After that, we talked about some insignificant topics, and after talking for about an hour or so, we probably already knew each other, and your mother was a secondary school student at that time, studying ordinary fashion design. And I'm a working boy who has been graduating for almost two years.

In the chat I said to your mother: I want to hear your voice. Your mother didn't refuse, she sent a voice; her voice was gentle and delicate, at least I thought it was beautiful. I said, "Your voice is like the voice of a female classmate I used to know, you wouldn't be the classmate I knew, would you?" She said, "No, I didn't read at your school before!" I said, "Sounds so much like, wouldn't people be like that too?" Maybe you're the classmate I know. You send a picture to see. She said: No, not the same person. "Your mother was still a little embarrassed to send a picture, but under the roar of my nine-inch tongue, she sent me a picture anyway, and that was the first time I saw her from the photo, and your mother was wearing a pair of flip-flops, blue denim shorts, and a white T-shirt. The hair has a little bit of natural curls, white skin, not the best looking, but also very beautiful. She sent me the picture and said, "Look, I said it wasn't the same person!" I said, "Hmm! Not the same person. I smiled in my heart; of course I knew it wasn't the same person, I just wanted to see what you looked like.

We talked late that night, and she said to me: She loves critters. Every time she took the puppies and kittens in the house to the market to buy, she would not give up. But your grandmother must take it and buy it.

I learned that night that she was studying in Kundu, our province, and it would take more than three hours to get back to her house by train from school. Your mother would only come home for three or five days during the holidays, and then it was summer and winter breaks.

At that time, we were all very simple and did not know how to disguise. Tell the truth to each other without reservation. I haven't thought about whether I will be a liar, and I can also understand it as being silly!

At eight o'clock in the evening of November 13, I met your mother.

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