Those Unforgettable Pains

I stared coldly at the middle-aged man sitting dejectedly on the bench in front of me. He was my father---Qiao Songping, a man who I love and hate at the same time. I remember someone once said: The man who loves you most in the world is your father, because he will never hurt you. "In short, forgive me for being an incompetent father. But you also know that my marriage with your mother has been irretrievably broken, and it is difficult for everyone." The hoarse voice said lightly, and shamelessly asked her to forgive him for his incompetence. "Forgive, it's impossible! Can your words of breaking up the relationship erase all the harm you have caused to us? From now on, bridges will return to bridges, and I will treat myself as if I don't have you as my father. You can just live with yourself!" When she turned around, her heart felt like a knife, and she burst into tears. She wanted to leave, and urgently left this place that suffocated her. Leave and leave behind a devastated love or hate.