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My father returned to Heaven at 03:30 on January 18, 2020. I still can't help but feel sad when I think about my father. I can't call my father any more. No one will ever ride me on a motorcycle when I get home. I will never eat my father's cooking again. I have been thinking about what I have lost, but I am grateful for all the love my father has given us. Maybe words are the best way to commemorate it. So through words to place the daughter's love for her father.

On June 17, 1954, my father was born into a landlord's family. He had a younger brother and a sister. When he was a child, he had been forced to live in a pigsty in the farthest back mountain of the village. He and his family had been driven to live in a pigsty at the back of the village. I remember that it rained heavily and thundered heavily one night. Grandma was too scared, so he quickly woke his father, uncle and aunt to sleep. It wasn't long before the roof of the pigsty fell into disrepair and the whole tile roof fell down at that moment. Fortunately, it was only when Grandma woke up the three brothers and sisters who were sleeping that they escaped. That night, his family braved the rain and slapped on the door of the village to see if they could go to the door of which to cover the rain. Because they were landlords, they were particularly unpopular, and no family opened the door or took them in. They went to the end of the village where there was a dilapidated house with shelter from the rain, where they waited for the rain. The place where they lived before had no house after the heavy rain collapsed. Living in a dilapidated house at the end of the village, there happened to be a vacant lot, and the family always had to have a place to stay. Grandma planned to build a house in the clearing. Grandpa was living in the mountain as a labor force. I couldn't come back often. Grandma took my father, the three brothers and sisters to the mountain to pick stones, and then came back to build the house with baskets of stones and sand. With Grandma's perseverance and Grandpa's perseverance, she came back to help. With the concerted help of the three brothers and sisters, they made efforts to build a humble house for people to live in. At that time, my father was 9 years old. he was tall and big. when he went to school, his classmates laughed at him for being tall, and his uncle and aunt were still very young at that time. I was in the second grade because my family was short of labor and the family had no money. So he didn't continue to go to school when he was in second grade, so he began to do all kinds of coolie work to help his family.

At that time, their families in the village could not raise their heads and were bullied by others. They worked from morning till night, could not have enough to eat, and wore ragged clothes.

When he was young, because his family was really poor, he saw other people go to other places to work as construction workers, thinking that they could learn a trade and at least not go hungry, so he went to Zhuhai to work as a construction worker in Guangzhou. He worked outside for several years because of lack of education and low wages. When he was 27 years old, his family was poor and white, and the young men in the village got married one after another. Only my father is still single. My father was very tall when he was young, but he was too poor and was a family of landlords (forced families). At that time, no woman wanted to marry him. According to my father, I learned from my father that he once liked a girl, and that girl was also interested in him, but when he thought about his family, and he felt that he could not give her a better life, he dared not take the initiative to express his love. In the end, this girl married someone else, which may be something my father regrets.

At that time, my father was 30 years old, and my grandmother and grandfather were very worried when they saw that my father was not married. Once the neighbor's aunt saw that my father thought my father looked good, wanted to introduce my father to someone, so she introduced my mother to my father. My mother is tall and white. My father didn't say anything after he saw it. Later, he was introduced by their matchmaker. In their opinion, at that time, their conditions were all right as long as they were women, as long as the women did not dislike them, and they hurriedly made a marriage engagement without much understanding and contact with their grandparents, and then they got married in this way.

They thought that their life would get better and better day by day after marriage, but what they did not expect was a tragic beginning. If you want to know the following story, please continue to follow.

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