My name is Li Ming, and I am a child from an ordinary family, but there is an unusual person in my family - my father. He is a person who has been cut to the extreme, although he has hundreds of thousands of savings in his hands, he is reluctant to spend a penny on enjoyment.
My family is not wealthy, but life is decent. My mother is an ordinary clerk, and her salary is enough to support the basic expenses of the family. However, despite the family's financial constraints, Dad is an iron rooster who values every penny more than his life.
When I was a child, I thought my father's frugality was a virtue. He always taught me to cherish every penny of money and told me that hard work can lead to success. However, as I grew older, I found that his slamming of the door had reached a point that was incomprehensible.
I remember one time, on my birthday, my mother specially cooked a sumptuous dinner. The table is filled with all kinds of delicious foods that I like to eat. However, Dad looked displeased and muttered: "These are not cheap, you can save money." I could only smile helplessly, despite some dissatisfaction in my heart.
Over time, I discovered that my dad's frugality even affected his own quality of life. The furniture at home hasn't been updated since I was in elementary school, and the electrical equipment is even more outdated. Dad always insisted that "if it can be used", he didn't care about upgrading.
What is even more incomprehensible to me is that despite his large savings, he is still too stingy in eating and drinking. Every time he goes shopping in the supermarket, he looks like he is budget-conscious, and his brows are furrowed when he looks at the ** label. He'd rather take the time to pick up cheap ingredients than spend a little more for convenience. This made me feel very helpless, and I gradually lost the ability to understand his slamming.
Until one day, I discovered a fact that shocked me. It turned out that Dad had been saving for my future. It's not that he really doesn't want to spend on food and drink, but because he wants to give me a better life, a future without financial burdens.
Upon learning this truth, I felt a wave of mixed emotions welling up in my heart. It turned out that I had always misunderstood my father, who was not really a door-picker, but silently paid for me. This made me more aware of his hardships and cherish his efforts for our family.
Since then, I've come to understand my dad more and appreciate everything he has done for us. He may not be good at expressing himself, but his heart is the most sincere. This father, who slammed the door, became a hero who paid silently and selflessly in my heart.