For my father, those days were an ordeal in his life. For me, it was a very ignorant experience.

My father was injured on the construction site and hit his head on the ground. After receiving the message, my mother immediately went to the city to take care of my injured father, who was in a hurry and didn't bother to say hello to us. When I got home, it was my grandmother who was looking after the house. My grandmother couldn't bear to hide it from me, so she told me about my father's injury.

I didn't have any ability to take on things, so I just blamed my mother helplessly. But what's the use of blaming? I blame my mother for why she didn't tell me about my father's injury, but then I think about it, even if my mother told me, what could I do!

God was there for our family, and my father recovered from his injuries and returned home quickly. After all, his head was injured, and his father was like a different person, his personality became worse and worse, and he was even tougher than before, and he had to do the work that he was not allowed to do. My mother may be angry in her heart, and she always blames her father for all aspects. I am also ignorant, and I always persuade my mother to be calmer and treat a patient with a sympathetic attitude. But sometimes when I see my father insisting on going his own way despite his injuries, I don't know why.

That year, I failed the college entrance examination, my mother came home from working outside, and my father's injury gradually improved. Now that I think about it, there were many heartbreaking moments that year, my family was not a family, and my love was a little weak. My mother made the decision to leave her hometown because we were forced to leave our hometown and go to work as a nanny for others, and my mother, who had never been far away, made the decision to leave her homeland, which was undoubtedly a very great decision.

However, in those days, every time I called my mother, my heart would be broken. I know I don't have what it takes to hold up that home just yet. I could only hide in the phone and cry quietly, I knew very well that my mother was not going to be happy, but to make money to suffer. In my dreams, I always dreamed of the shadow of my mother's hard work, and I was awakened in nightmares almost every day.

The father did his best to manage the housework in the house, and a man who did the housework may be far inferior to a woman's skill.

I still remember the image of my father braving the drizzle and riding a motorcycle in front of my dormitory, and my father took the bun he brought me from the motorcycle, and there was no complaint in his eyes. And my heart hurts very much. What I saw was a man's helplessness and bitterness, and my father was worried that I would be too tired to go home every week, which would affect my studies, so he went out of his way to bring me food. And I, in such a difficult situation, failed to live up to my father's love for me and did not study hard.

Every time I picked up my father's steamed buns, I couldn't help but burst into tears. The top of the steamed bun is black and burnt, and it is far less delicious to eat than the mother's branding. But I could feel my father's love for me, and I saw a man tiptoeing through the burnt buns, and maybe my father had tried to make those buns I don't know how many times before.

Life will always get better, and my father's injuries are getting better and better, and finally there is no major problem. The mother also returned home, and the warmth of the house was restored. And I, the future is in a state of confusion.

The life of repeating has not yet begun, and it is already over. I escaped from that sea of misery and prepared to embark on a different path of study in a foreign land. Due to his father's injury, the family's main source of income was basically cut off. My mother had saved thousands of dollars with her hard work to send me to school.

That day, before dawn, my father and I went out and walked dozens of kilometers to take me to school. Along the way, my father told me this and that, and I was a little upset to hear it. I don't know what the reason is, but I am disgusted by every act of my father. Now it seems that it was purely ignorant behavior.

As we walked, my father asked me a lot of questions. At first, I was dealing with my father's problems, but the more I walked, the more tired I became, and my mood became very bad.

We sat on the side of the road under the stars and rested for a while, my father wiped the sweat beads from his forehead, and I looked at my father sweating profusely, and I felt a lot of guilt in my heart. I looked up at the starry sky, and the universe seemed extraordinarily silent, with bright eyes twinkling with stars.

My father asked me another question, and I replied in a bad tone.

My father finally couldn't help it, and said to me angrily: "I'll take you as a grandson, whose wings haven't grown stiff yet, just like this!"

I was speechless when I was scolded by my father, and just looked at my father's expression. This sentence really hurts my self-esteem, but I didn't get angry much, I know that it was my bad attitude that came first. In fact, my father is not wrong, it is the first time for him to go to such a far place, and he has no bottom in his heart, so there are so many questions, and I should not snub my father like that.

We got on a bus and it was said to take ten hours to get to school. Actually, it was more comfortable to take the train, but my father and I were both going out for the first time, and we didn't know how to take the train, so we had to choose the shuttle.

We were lying in the bus, and the smell of our feet enveloped the car, and I covered my nose and closed my eyes to let the smell erode. Every time I wake up, it's at the gas station. Looking at the bright moonlight outside, and then listening to the snoring in the carriage, I deeply felt the hardships of going out.

"Where are we?" my father asked me, with confused eyes.

I replied, "It's time at the gas station!"

The father smiled helplessly and said, "I'm talking about where I've got!"

"I don't know, the driver didn't shout!" Our father and son looked outside, admiring the beautiful night.

"If you go to the toilet, hurry up, or there will be no place to go to it!" shouted the driver in front, and suddenly felt a little urgent to urinate, so we ran down and hurried to the toilet.

When we woke up again, the car had already driven into the city and it was dawn.

The car pulled into a station, and with a pop, the car stopped. We got out of the car excitedly, stretched our waists, and went straight to school with big bags and small bags.

When I got here, I instantly felt homesick. My attitude towards my father has improved a lot, and I feel that it is not easy for my father to accompany me all the way to sign up here.

After registering, we went to the dormitory, and my father fell asleep on the dry bed, and I couldn't bear to disturb my father's rest, so I sat quietly. My father didn't sleep long before he woke up, bought some daily necessities with me, and after everything was arranged, he was ready to go home.

I sent my father to the school gate, and when I looked at his tired demeanor, I instantly felt very reluctant in my heart. It can be seen that although I am so disobedient, my father is still uneasy.

"Don't run around at school, eat well, call home with money!" my father told me.

After telling him, my father took a taxi and went to the station.

Looking at the taxi in the distance, I burst into tears.