从前,我一直觉得老爸不爱我。一直以来,我都很怕老爸,不知道为什么,总觉得他很凶,我从不敢直视他,似乎每瞧他一眼就会心惊肉跳好长时间,因此我和妈妈的关系特别好,一有什么事我总是跑到妈妈那里去吐诉,总不曾和老爸谈起过什么。渐渐地我连“老爸”这个词也差不多要忘却了。 I used to think that Daddy didn’t love me. All along, I was very afraid of my father. I didn’t know why. I always felt he was fierce. I never dared to look at him directly. It seemed that every time he looked at him for a long time, he would be frightened for a long time. So my relationship with my mother was particularly good. Whatever happened to me, I always went to my mother to vomit. I never talked to my dad. Gradually I almost forgot the word “Dad”.