On the third day after my father passed away, I dragged heavy steps back to this former haven. The first thing I saw when I opened the door was the cracks on the wall. The wind blew in and blew my hair away. At this moment, my heart also cracked along with the wall.
I started to pack my things. When I packed up the table where I used to do my homework every day, I opened the drawer of the table. There were two diaries in the drawer. Although they were intact, the covers were yellowed. They had been there for a long time...
When I opened the diary, I realized that it was my father's diary, but I had never seen it before. I flipped through the pages, and when I turned to the last page, my tears soaked the entire diary.
The handwriting on the last page of notes was intermittent, and my father's wrist strength was obviously insufficient, but he still insisted on finishing the last one...
Intention: