(First person narrative, pseudo-orthopedics, apologies for the writing style)
During the summer vacation of my second year in junior high school, I moved into Xie's house with my mother. He was cool and cold, spoke little and was distant. I thought that there would be a drama in which he was made things difficult for me at every turn.
But things didn't turn out the way I thought.
We act as strangers in our homes and behind their backs
He would remember my birthday, ask me to do physics problems in the middle of the night, take me to the hospital when I felt uncomfortable, and take me out to play in my free time.
Our relationship is constantly changing.
Later, we joined forces and tore the entire family apart.
On my 18th birthday, he sent me abroad.
I work hard to grow up just to be with him one day.
After returning to China many years later, I stood in front of him again.
This time, I walked towards him.
Intention: Walking alone through wind and rain, we will meet again in the end