Not long ago, I chatted with my sister and talked about our father, which is actually a very sensitive topic, because my father was absent for a long time when we were growing up, and he spent all his time working outside the home to raise a few of us.

Maybe it's because we've really grown up, and we've both learned to be considerate of my father's difficulty, and to be honest, if I were a father, I wouldn't have done better than him, which may be part of the reason why I didn't want to step into marriage and chose to escape.

He's not smart enough, and he's very face-loving, and I'm like him in some ways, and I've felt anxious and hated about it, but I'm not exactly like him, after all, I've probably been through more than him, and I'm braver than him, and of course that's my own opinion.

He can be regarded as a highly educated person, especially loves Tang poetry and Song lyrics, and has a good memory, if there is no pressure of life, I think he should become a writer or a literati, I can see that he is high in his bones.

It's a pity that life has turned him into a construction worker, working hard every day, for a few children who don't make it.

His personality is not very likable, and my mother can tolerate him, since I came out of college, our relationship has been a little stiff, all rely on my mother in the middle, since graduating from college, my temper has become weird, can no longer look at his face and persuasion, every time he says something sighing, I refute him back in a few words, he is actually not good at talking, especially with the communication between us, he is rarely able to sit in front of us safely, open and honest discussion of how our life path should go in the future, maybe it is really too bitter time, far apart us。

I still remember the last time we chatted on WeChat, although I didn't agree with what he said, or even disgusted, but I chose to obey in a blink of an eye, whether it was words or thoughts, maybe I couldn't take action, but I knew that I did grow up and could understand his difficulties as a father.

I actually rarely mention him, after all, most of the time, he is outside, not many days together, I have very few words with him, although I have been able to appreciate his difficulty, but not able to let me calmly accept all the established results, I may still need to experience, to be able to get along with him better.

As a commemoration, my father, thank you for your efforts, some grievances don't have to be too clear, some things are not necessarily bad, we have all grown up, you are old, please believe that our future will be better and better.