I am a girl who loves to cry. I have been crying since I was a child. No one loved me. My mother and father separated when I was 6 years old, and my happiness was ruined. I have always followed my father, who was very good to me. Although my family is not very rich, I don't care. I often think of my mother. My mother is a deserter. She married a very rich man and has a son who is older than me. He is 19 and I am 16.
My father's shadow is only engraved in my tears. I think my father suffered a lot for me. He didn't say it, but I know that I sometimes saw him sitting alone under a big tree in front of my house, smoking. I could only hide in the house and cry silently. After a long time, I realized that I had fallen asleep and it was my father who covered me with the quilt. My father knew that I loved crying, but he always smiled at me...