At one time, I resented my father’s strict attitude and apparent coldness toward me that contrasted with my mother. However, I changed my mind about my father during the recent Spring Festival holidays.

    On the muddy road to my home, I met my uncle. He said loudly, “Your father has come back and forth on this road several times looking for you. He is expecting you. You really are the apple of his eye.”

    The following days were well spent. Cozy in front of the fireplace, the whole family watched TV, ate good food and played games with my little nephew. Meanwhile, My father frequently passed the remote control and gently said, “If only you could come home more often!”

    On Spring Festival Eve, surprisingly, I heard my father saying in his sleep, “Daughter, you are old enough to set up your own family…” I can not tell you how guilty this made me feel.

    He missed me during the day and dreamed about me at night. I finally appreciated his care, concern and deep love for me. At that moment, I realized I owed my father too much. I could not help grasping his hands tight.