You can think that I am a white-eyed wolf, you can think that I am not filial, you can feel that you have paid a lot for me, and you can not work hard.

I'm not qualified to judge anything.

But I don't like you, in many ways, but I love you too, in many ways.

For me, the word father is a useless word, all he can help me with are very trivial and trivial things, maybe there are many things I don't know, but all I can feel is hatred and despair, I am very afraid, and I want to ask why.

Why, my father doesn't work hard, why my father is not aggressive enough, why my father just slumps on the couch for recreation, unwilling to do something meaningful, like, to make himself fuller.

I went to play the game to understand you. The game is fun, fun, and you can experience the thrill of not winning in life.

I don't understand, but I know that at least as a father, you don't have any self-control, and your life is basically being urged.

I don't understand your hard work, just like you don't understand me, but I know that you are rarely willing to go the extra mile to share my mother's life, and I don't blame you, after all, people are always selfish and lazy, and so am I. Of course, naïve, I still have to tell you that I really hate you.

I didn't have the ability to help my mom earn money, so I had to work hard to maintain my grade points, and then force myself to work hard, study hard, and correct my procrastination. I always thought that everything I did as a daughter would give you a warning. Tell you that your life is not for you alone, but for a group of people.

I may love you, but I don't want to love you anymore. I love you because you are my father, no matter how I choose, this is my home, I have no ability to leave, and I should not leave.

You didn't teach me how to love someone. Because you only taught me how to hurt someone you love.

I always look at your filial piety and your brother-sister affection. I always watch you tolerate everyone in the world and please everyone in the world, but my mother and I are not on this list.

I've watched a summer of yelling and bickering, a summer of flirtatious threats and swearing, and your annoyance.

To tell you the truth, you are not qualified as a father to accuse me of being unfilial to you. Because, when I see you as an incompetent father, I hate you, but when you are competent, I will forgive you for a short time. I think I might be a slut.

But I don't have the strength to forgive you today.

My mother and I are always hurt by you again and again, hurt by your uncontrollable emotions.

I'm always worried that your love is all fake, just to make us more defenseless when we are hurt, and I'm really tired. I didn't think that even such a small compromise would be unwilling to be made, or even look at us with hateful eyes. It's like I'm your father-killer. 、

But I have to thank you for teaching me how to grow my own because I don't have a father behind me.