19-03-2025, 06:57 PM
After opening the door of the room and taking a breath of fresh air, I felt that my body was barely infused with a trace of life.
I saw my father busy in the kitchen.
“It's up, Jia Wei...“ Dad looked at me and smiled, "Wait a moment, breakfast will be ready soon."”
Looking at the slightly red eyes of this man who has always been a good old man but has the majesty of his father, the words “no appetite” were swallowed back by me when he reached his mouth, and it turned into a soft “um”.
To be honest, the noodles made by Dad are terrible.
It's not as good as my mother before the rise in cooking skills, but this is also normal. This big man, like me, has never touched a spatula a few times when he grew up.
But I didn't have the appetite, so I forcibly finished this large bowl of noodles and said, “It's delicious.”
It is also interesting enough for two big men who are obviously injured, one deeper than the other, to comfort each other here.
“I'll take a day off to accompany you today."Dad said.
I shook my head and said, "No need.”
Dad looked at me worriedly.
“Okay, I'm an adult, I'm already very sensible, okay?"I smiled forcibly and said, "If I can't get through this kind of hurdle, then what kind of psychiatrist will I be to help others in the future?"”
Having said that, I naturally thought of my mother again.
Psychiatrist……
Dad obviously thought of it too, and fell silent.
I can't talk about it, I can't talk about it, I can't talk about it.……
In the end, I forcibly pushed my father to work, so I was the only one left in the family.
I first stayed on the sofa for a while, then got up and came to the master bedroom where my parents used to be.
There seems to be a little taste of mother left in it.
I opened the closet and found that most of my mother's clothes had been taken away.
Some of the more expensive bags or jewelry were not taken away. These were given to my mother by my father.
She really left……
There are still many traces of her mother at home, such as the “throne" that belongs to her mother facing the TV on the sofa, such as the dressing table in the master bedroom, such as some of her psychology books.……
It's just that the old man is no longer there.
I picked up the phone and there was a long text message from my mother in it.
She said she would leave the city and would not disturb my life with my father again in the future. She didn't expect me to forgive her, but she would not change her contact information in the future. If I have something to ask her, she will definitely reply.
I didn't reply to her message, but I collected this text message.
At least I haven't figured out what kind of mentality I should use to face her.
I saw my father busy in the kitchen.
“It's up, Jia Wei...“ Dad looked at me and smiled, "Wait a moment, breakfast will be ready soon."”
Looking at the slightly red eyes of this man who has always been a good old man but has the majesty of his father, the words “no appetite” were swallowed back by me when he reached his mouth, and it turned into a soft “um”.
To be honest, the noodles made by Dad are terrible.
It's not as good as my mother before the rise in cooking skills, but this is also normal. This big man, like me, has never touched a spatula a few times when he grew up.
But I didn't have the appetite, so I forcibly finished this large bowl of noodles and said, “It's delicious.”
It is also interesting enough for two big men who are obviously injured, one deeper than the other, to comfort each other here.
“I'll take a day off to accompany you today."Dad said.
I shook my head and said, "No need.”
Dad looked at me worriedly.
“Okay, I'm an adult, I'm already very sensible, okay?"I smiled forcibly and said, "If I can't get through this kind of hurdle, then what kind of psychiatrist will I be to help others in the future?"”
Having said that, I naturally thought of my mother again.
Psychiatrist……
Dad obviously thought of it too, and fell silent.
I can't talk about it, I can't talk about it, I can't talk about it.……
In the end, I forcibly pushed my father to work, so I was the only one left in the family.
I first stayed on the sofa for a while, then got up and came to the master bedroom where my parents used to be.
There seems to be a little taste of mother left in it.
I opened the closet and found that most of my mother's clothes had been taken away.
Some of the more expensive bags or jewelry were not taken away. These were given to my mother by my father.
She really left……
There are still many traces of her mother at home, such as the “throne" that belongs to her mother facing the TV on the sofa, such as the dressing table in the master bedroom, such as some of her psychology books.……
It's just that the old man is no longer there.
I picked up the phone and there was a long text message from my mother in it.
She said she would leave the city and would not disturb my life with my father again in the future. She didn't expect me to forgive her, but she would not change her contact information in the future. If I have something to ask her, she will definitely reply.
I didn't reply to her message, but I collected this text message.
At least I haven't figured out what kind of mentality I should use to face her.
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