It is believed in some ways that a daughter is her father's lover. But my experience has taught me in a different way. For a long time, my father has been a very vague figure(模糊的形象) to me. He was a man of few words, tall but slim and nothing else.
When I was in primary school, my father was never there to pick me up, and he never came to any of my parent-teacher meetings. He was always busy.
I remember when I was in middle school, my head was once badly hurt in a PE class. During my operation, my father was nowhere to be found. This hurt me most. At that moment, I considered my father as a cold-blooded man.
But things seemed different at my high school graduation ceremony, where I was chosen to represent(代表) my class and give a speech. My father, once again, told me he had a business trip in a place outside the city and might be unable to show up. "Don't come. I will be nervous if I see you." I told him.
I remember my speech went well. When the ceremony was over and I was about to leave, I suddenly noticed my father sitting in a corner of the hall. I was so surprised that I rushed to him with tears running down my face. "Well done," he said. His eyes were also filled with tears.
Later, I discovered that my father was busy with Zhuhui-Hong Kong-Macao Bridge(珠港澳大桥) project by staying up late. He drove for eight hours to get back. He sat in the corner because he didn't want me to see him. My father remembered every word in my speech.
For much of my life, I thought my father was a cold-blooded man who only cared about his work, But when I thought deeply about this, it was obviously(明显地) not true. At my graduation ceremony, I could feel my father's deep love. The fact is that seeing is not believing, and seeing may not be the fact if we don't perceive(感知) the world with our hearts and minds. There's no doubt that life doesn't lack(缺少) love, but sometimes our eyes have trouble seeing it.
