I never thought that my 40-year-old self would one day suddenly re-understand the meaning of "love", but I did not feel pretentious and superfluous.
Eight years after my mother left, my father also left earlier this year. At first, I felt relieved about my father's death, because I felt that my father was also relieved, and we no longer had to worry about the torture that illness brought to our father.
My sisters and I have always thought that the longing for my father may fade quickly, perhaps because of a very instinctive sense of distance from fatherhood.
We have been unable to let go of our mother's departure for many years. Maybe it's because our mother gave us too many warm memories in that era. Many times, my father only gave us the impression of arguing with my mother because of the difficulties of life.
However, this is not the case. Since my father left, although we are not like when my mother left, we can't help but cry when we think of it, but when we see what is familiar and what familiar taste we eat, our father will naturally appear in our minds.
My father had a bit of the sour literati atmosphere of that era, speaking simply and incisively, but without losing humor. In the past, when I went out with my sister to accompany my father, my father often quoted scriptures, which made us admire.
My father was so sweet, so his favorite and most popular snack of his life was sugar. But every time I brought him a gift, it was cigarettes, and now that I think about it, I feel stupid, and maybe I should bring him more delicious desserts.
Now every time I see a delicious dessert, I think of my father, if he is still there, I bring him to eat, or, I buy it back for him to eat, will he be very happy?
It never occurred to me that my sister and I never went by a day without thinking about my father in the nearly 10 months since my father was gone.
I also remembered that at first I started to have a dog, thinking that my father would disapprove, but I didn't think that my father was full of joy when he looked at my dog in the video. Therefore, I learned the story of my father's dog.
Now that I think about it, my father was too lonely after his mother left. The inexplicable reasons allowed my father to live alone for all these years after his mother's departure. Fortunately, the sisters took turns to never be absent from their father's company on any week or holiday, and they themselves, every big holiday, must accompany their father.
Perhaps, this is the destination of children's love for their parents.
And if you raise your own children and daughters, or even raise dogs, you will love to go somewhere.
Raising children, in addition to family affection, there is also a very important part of social responsibility. From the moment she left home to study and work, she began to be independent in the true sense. And we have transformed into the roles of father and mother.
And every day is looking forward to you, full of your eyes will have dogs, they will accompany you until the day they are old.
Every time the gentleman came home, the two dogs frantically flicked their tails and rushed to pounce on him, no matter how tired he was, all he saw on his face was happiness!
The gentleman himself never thought that he was chased by dogs as a child and hated dogs, and now he has become a proper shoveler who comes out early and returns late, and has no regrets. If the dog is bullied outside, when he returns home, he will teach the dog how to fight back, and look like he is full of righteous indignation!
This kind of closeness that spans species but resembles human emotions makes people so happy and warm.
People and animals who have been nourished by love throughout their lives also know how to heal themselves and others with love, as well as others.
The place and destination of love is so cyclical.
