One thing that made me cry

I am a brave girl. When I encounter difficulties in setbacks, I always laugh and laugh, but once again, I was blown away by tears in a conversation...

That was what happened when I was seven years old. Under the clear sky, I am riding a bicycle with great interest. Riding on the ride, there is a stone in front blocking my way, I am about to brake, but the tragedy has already happened...

On one of the calves, there was a "Little Red River" flowing out of the wrist. I was stunned. When I was awake, I left the car and limped back home. In order to attract the attention of my family, I was crying.

When I was crying and pushing the door open, I saw my mother appear in front of me for the first time. I cried and anxiously asked, "What happened, baby? Who bullied you, told mom!" I replied: "No, yes. ... is my leg bleeding!" After I finished crying, my mother looked at the injury is not serious, relieved, is about to take medicine to wipe me.

At this time, the dad who was sitting on the sofa and watching TV leisurely inserted a sentence: "You don't have a lot of life to finish? You are going to be busy with you. This little injury makes her get it." Mom looked at it. I looked at my father again and went to the study. I glanced at my father, and my heart was full of resentment against my father. So, I contained the worthless tears, took the medicine, and applied the wound.

During this period, I saw my father a few eyes and wondered if Dad didn't love me. Finally, in an instant, I found my father gave me a look. I am puzzled: What does this eye mean? Dad still cares about me? No, why didn't you ignore me? I didn't pay much attention to it and continued to smear the wound.

After a while, my mother took off from the busy schedule, pulled my father into the bedroom, curiously, and followed the past, eavesdropping on their conversation: Mom asked Dad: "Why don't you care about children at all, if not me? There is still a glimpse of things, I really turned your face with you!" Dad said: "You know what, I am good for children." Mother's gunpowder smell is even stronger: "What, you ignore her, and still Say it is good to her?” Dad retorted: “You don’t know? I’m training my child’s independence. If I don’t cultivate from childhood, what should I do when she gets out of society? You...”

Suddenly, I listened to these words from the heart and left the moving tears, and the snoring made me understand the meaning of Dad’s eyes.

This passage has been deeply impressed in my heart. It has made me understand that there are always two kinds of love around me, one is the mother's love, the other is the father's "unfathomable" love. And that tears will be my most valuable memory...

Zhangzhou, Fujian Province, Zhangzhou City, Fujian Province