Memory of father（二）

A bunch of strong light from the far right of the back wall of the room suddenly shot came in, I go back to look, where he opened a small door, hung his head a slip from where the men and women filed out, bypassing the long The tall cabinet, came out towards us.
Backlight, my eyes always look only to one man, although I see his eyes are not also looking at me. Gradually, I do understand, he was wearing a black pants, tall high that it and pure face, he really came out.
"Dad said she did not know it, to see her cry more powerful!" The old lady next to my grandmother said.
I'm crying? Is the old lady said, I do not know what tears.
The man walked straight in front of me, I hold him up on his first lap, after the call Grandma: Mom!
Dad put a loaf of bread stuffed in my hands, and took out a dollar from his pocket, looked at me a long time, said: Dad something for you on this point ... ...
He winked his watery eyes, kept me cried, and my tears poured out a string of string to flow.
The memory to this screeching halt, then there is no impression. Connected to the scene but the road, she said: You're a sensible average child, so small to know the sad!
I am grateful to speak like my grandmother.
Oh yes, just now it was my dad, so I sat on his arms will feel natural, so I hear his voice will feel close to, so I left him feeling lost. But before? Before I did not know who he is, should feel nothing at all, how do I shed tears splashed it? Until now, I think it will still be in a daze: not sad situation, people will cry? That tears it not tap into it?
After returning home, her grandmother described the tone with a strange prison, the performance of my mother after listening to just silently staring at my face, said nothing. So I do not know she was blaming his father did not go visit it, or blame my tears, "This unfortunate child was crying anyway," it?
Grandma lived in our house for a year only, it can not be modified due to his stepfather's role before, and Kennedy resigned his mother's brother to stay back home went Boye Xian, Hebei. I, in those years sleepwalk reverberated godmother real mother, stepfather, godfather between the living can not tell what the relationship is far past what the day. The concept of my father, along with such smoke as desalinated.