Because of the year of my mother's death, my relationship with my father had been cold and bleak for decades.
The death of my father. I walked alone to a strange place and met netizens I had never met before.
The strange place, the place of birth, was originally thousands of miles apart. But my memories of my father and the things my father did for his son actually brought the two places closer, and also brought the family members of another family closer.
This journey gave me an additional understanding of my father, and this led to my regret.
Family love is given unconditionally.
To us as children in the world.
(A piece of regret about my father)
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