Watching his thin figure disappear in the vast rain curtain, tears welled up in my eyes again. My dearest father, thank you for giving me a little care. I hold this umbrella tightly in my hand, and it still has the temperature of my father, which is warm and melting the hard ice in my heart. Father, I'm sorry that I let you down and have been hurting your heart, but I'm still proud of it. ...

pity ...

Remember the last time I told you: I hate you.

Remember the look on your face when you want to cry.

Remember me at that time, the victorious me ...

I'm confessing, you know, my dear father.

I know, you won't hate me, and you will always treat my harm to you as my naivety, again and again. Why didn't you just hit me? If you hit me, I will feel better. You always expect me to grow up, but I let you down again and again. Every time I see your embarrassed expression, I feel a faint sadness in my heart, and then I will continue to hurt you. Think of your love for me as connivance, profligacy and never know how to cherish it.

You have been ill for several days. Why did you give me an umbrella on such a rainy day?

Father, do you believe that people will grow up overnight? Can you believe it?

Do you still want to believe me?

I have really grown up, but please give me some time. I'm not used to such changes. Can I still ask you to stand by me, support me and encourage me? I believe that one day, our relationship will go back to childhood, when we were very happy and happy. I am used to treating you as my crutch and shield, and I am used to coquetry with you.

Just father, now that you are old, you have a lot of white hair on your temples. Now, let me protect you. You can also use me as a crutch and a shield. As long as you like, I will hold up a warm umbrella for you in such a flurry. .....