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My Pitiful Father

2023-12-02 21:05:00

My poor father, I always thought that my family should stick to my family in every difficult situation. So then, why did the father leave the house, although we needed it most? How can I make him suffering and blame me for everything. Each family sometimes has its own problems and arguments. My father has problems with our family. His appearance made us feel uneasy. I do not know what it is, but when I was a little girl, I was afraid of my father. I am worried about being with him, I am worrying about going out with him, I fear him.

My father is not afraid. At least I am different. But at that moment, something looked like his own death on his body and shook this white child with pure fear. Like a skyscraper, my father is standing on this poor child. My father tried to suppress his anger and breathed frustration. Slowly he saw the child's eyes and said with a strictly controlled emotion: "In other ways rebellious, but insulting the whole crowd with this word is a real rebellion I do not think that the rebellion is a civil rights movement, and when shot, the rebellion has experienced intense march, please do not think this is a rebellion. "

I played a minister when I was sixteen years old. Father Dan is a small mat, my body shape then. The Irishman or father of Polac fell from my poor hand and took me to the sidewalk. However, Dan had the softness of the queen of the real drama and started falling down in the ditch and mourning. It was London in England in 1976. At that time, defeating religious people was an adventurous movement, especially overseas. 1584 Pastor Protection Act - a soldier prescribing a dagger to attack God - you may be condemned by ancient laws and regulations. Children's corporal punishment seems to be affected by the demands of great religion. A malign ruler of an old nun, an orthodox forehead who bearded, an irritated rabbinic boxing, these are all sound religious education. No, I should fight back.

"Tired, he came to me and surrendered and said," Compassion, daughter, my white hair. If I deserve to be your father, you will find mercy on your father I am more fond of you in front of all your brothers; let me not accept humiliation ... See your brothers; see your mother and mother's sister; Look at your son, he will not bear your life, do not destroy your determination and destroy all of us together - '. He is kindly saying his love I kissed my hand and crouched under my leg; he was not a tear but a daughter, I named it "a daughter."