The Education of Love - Emotional Diary of Chinese Children - Middle School Growth Volume

Author: Competition Committee
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Publish Date: 2006-09-01
Features: A Lean Camel Father used to often say, "I know my daughter well!" But later, he rarely said that. Yes, every evening after dinner, I would hurry back to my room, slam the door, and start doing homework. Every time I finished my homework, it was already past eleven. After saying goodnight to my father, I would fall asleep immediately. On weekends, I was busy with training and couldn’t go out with my father. Our parent-child bond remained strong, but there was much less communication. Gradually, without knowing when, father stopped taking me to play ball specifically—neither after dinner nor on weekends. He often quietly shut the door to play computer games. And during our limited time of communication—dinner time—I was usually the one talking. He rarely told me stories anymore, not only because many of them I already knew, but also because I often had to point out his mistakes in the era and background. Until today, my father’s line, "Dad is going out to play ball," like a huge boulder, triggered countless memories in my mind. This "domineering lion" had made me participate in so many activities, yet at the same time, I never realized that these were all activities my father enjoyed! Did he do this just to have more common interests with his daughter? Did he do it just to better accompany her as she grew up? Yet I stubbornly "opposed the dictatorship." Now that he no longer "forces" his daughter, does he think he is old? Yes, father is no longer young; time has consumed his youth. But what made his heart age alongside time was not time itself, but me, his daughter! My rebellion, my arrogance, made him think he was old. Oh my, how could I have done such a foolish thing? Why did I nitpick when listening to stories? Was the era and background really that important? Why didn’t I listen carefully to what father explained? Why was I so rebellious when participating in various activities? Why couldn’t I understand his good intentions? I thought deeply, and the mist of hot water blurred my vision. In front of me, I seemed to see a lean camel, and I wanted to cry.