Then forget that I've been crying since I saw it.
The client jack said, I have two daughters, Tara will call and greet me, and when the other daughter Amanda calls, I know she has something to ask me for help, money or something. . . I was stunned, then said, sometimes I may be just like amanda. When I asked my dad for something, I thought of calling him.
Jack said, it's alright. There is a very special bond between father and daughter. Even if the son is caught in jail, that is his own business. But the daughter is not good, the father must make sure that the daughter is doing well and is well cared for.
I am also used to reporting good news but not bad news in front of my father. I used to be his pistachio, but since I started working, I began to appreciate the helplessness and difficulties in life, and I no longer seem to be able to make him happy.
Once he said he would come to Hangzhou to see me, I thought about the job in front of me, the apartment I rented, the weather and traffic and then I said Dad, don't come, wait until I go back to see you.
Just like the old man in the film, we are a family, but there are too many things to share. They seem to have experienced too much in their lives, but we always think they can't bear the pain of their children, and can't believe that all we have is the success of ordinary people.
Just like the family in the film, the child carries the hopes and dreams of too many adults, and gradually regards those assumptions as the life that he should realize.
In a way, our intimacy is doomed to a kind of loneliness.
I still remember one day in 2008, I called my parents and cried and complained that I was arrogant and arrogant but nothing was accomplished. Dad said, you are still young. Take it slow and stick to it. Later he said, what do you want, I will buy it for you.
My dad, I thought I was the little daughter who wanted anything when I was young and I was happy as long as he gave me. He even wanted to buy me a house to save me from wandering.
I remember reading an article on a reader that after work, if we can only go home to reunite with our parents during the Spring Festival, then the number of times we see our parents is actually very limited.
Let's count. Every time I think about it, my heart cringes.
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