Dad Didn't Start Loving Me Until after I Died?
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My mission was to let my father personally say, "I love you," before I turned eighteen. At first, I thought I was receiving the simplest mission. Later I realized that some things are either within easy reach or out of reach... On the night of my eighteenth birthday, I called and begged humbly: "Dad, please, tell me you love me? Even if you lie to me..." "If you need love, go find your dead mother!" The midnight clock rang. "Mission failed." At the same time, the cold mechanical sound of the system entered my mind. I went into cardiac arrest and died on the night of my eighteenth birthday. My father, who hated me the most, hated me until his death and never cared about me. But when my body was found, my father held me and cried...
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