dad love story

​​​​I have never seen my father holding my mother’s hand,

I never heard the sweet words my father said to my mother.

When I was a child, I often heard my mother complaining about my father.

and the sound of their quarrel;

I see them each in their lives

They make a living and raise their children in their own unique way.

After my father retired,

They didn't quarrel anymore,

Instead, they often travel and participate in activities together.

Although not holding hands,

No sweet talk.

Mom died suddenly,

Dad's hair was grey all night,

I was still puzzled,

I thought: They don't seem to be that close!

Then,

these years,

Dad gradually lost his usual joviality,

I had more opportunities to sit with him for a while because of this,

Listen to him repeat the past.

My grandfather was my father's music teacher.

Mom is his classmate.

"Your grandparents don't agree, but your mother is going to steal the household registration book and go to me to register the marriage."

Dad told me.

I can't believe it,

Because the mother I know,

It doesn't seem to do such a "rebellious" thing.

Then the two of them went "up to the mountains and down to the countryside" together.

Live a hard life.

Only then did I feel the weight of the two of them in each other's lives,

And their love story is actually so cherished!

I sometimes think,

If you let them do it all over again,

They will try their best to resist the grinding "real life"

and the frustrating triviality of chai, rice, oil, and salt,

Forget those fears and complaints,

Do you cherish the fate of each other more?

My name is from my father,

He added his mother's last name to his own,

gave me a special name,

Every time I say my name,

It was as if they were telling their love story.

Want to write an article for Dad on Father's Day,

What comes to mind is his love story.

I was not close to my father since I was a child.

Maybe this love story allows me to connect with my dad's heart.