A mother's love is like a trickle, warm and long. A father's love is like a mountain, but it is often not easy to detect.
Since I was a child, my feelings for my father have been very complicated, there are admiration, awe, and fear, but I can't feel love alone.
I just remember that he likes to speak loudly, as if speaking loudly is very majestic, and he is right. Therefore, when he was at home, I always felt a little reserved, afraid that he would suddenly raise his voice and scare me.
For me, his loud voice is more frightening than swearing, and the overwhelming momentum is overwhelming.
Although, because of his temper, I don't like to be with him. But I know that there is no parent in the world who does not love his children, probably his love is relatively hidden, and I need to find it with my heart.
At the same time, I admire him a lot. My daughter's admiration for her father may be innate, and when I was a child, I always believed that he was omnipotent.
He also told me that he would create a beautiful platform for me in the future, although he was very decadent and did not fulfill his promise. But I still remember his hard work and dedication.
I think at the beginning, my parents were laid off at the same time. Father's hard work on a tricycle in the cold winter can be imagined, and he also froze his ears for this, so that every winter, his ears will rot once.
I also remember that every time he ate a big bone, he would remove the meat for our mother and daughter, and eat the fleshless bones himself.
I remember that when I was very young, he apologized to me, which made me feel that my father was very open-minded.
All of this made me realize that although fatherly love is not subtle, it is still everywhere.
Now, I'm also a parent. My husband and I seem to have a stronger love for our children, but my father seems very cold in comparison.
This is probably because the times are different, the parents are different from us, and the men and women are also different.
Now my father, he seems to be more indifferent than when he was younger, he has lived alone for many years, and he is obviously a little uncomfortable living with us.
He is not good at words, and he rarely thinks about us, and he is only happy to express it when he has a request.
Suddenly, I felt that my father had become a stranger. Perhaps, as we get older, people's personalities can become difficult to understand, but we should not give up on them either. It's like we did a lot of incomprehensible things when we were kids, but our parents didn't give up on us.
I think I need to get to know my father again, to find out how to get along with him, to feel his emotions more sensitively, to feel his love.