沉默的父爱
After Mom died, I began visiting Dad every morning before I went to work.
He was weak and moved slowly, but he al-ways had a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice on the kitchen table for me, along with an unsigned note reading, "Drink your juice." Such a gesture, I knew, was as far as Dad had ever been able to go in expressing his love. In fact, I remember, as a kid I had questioned Mom,"Why doesn't Dad love me! "Mom frowned."Who said he doesn't love you! "
2019-06-19(万方平台首次上网日期,不代表论文的发表时间)
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