摘要
在“我”十六岁那年,爸爸下班以后不再像往常那样忙里忙外,也不再和“我”们多说一句话。有一天妈妈对“我”们说,爸爸决定和“我”们分开。“我”伤心欲绝,哭着给爸爸写了一封信。在他离开家的那天,“我”偷偷把信放在他车里……。
My father was not a sentimental man.I dont remember him ever“oh”or“ah”over something I made as a child.Dont get me wrong;I knew that my dad loved me,but getting all mushy‐eyed was not his thing.I learned that he showed me love in other ways.There was one particular time in my life when this became real to me.I always believed that my parents had a good marriage,but just before I,the youngest of four children,turned sixteen,my belief was sorely tested.My father,who used to share the chores around the house,gradually started becoming despondent.From the time he came home from his job at the factory to the time he went to bed,he hardly spoke a word to my mom or us kids.
