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Daddy's troubles.

Dad smoked a cigarette and sat in his chair silently in thought, maybe Dad had some troubles again.

Most of my father's troubles are because I love to play, so I give my father a headache. Dad was quite strict with me, but I still couldn't get rid of my playfulness, and after being scolded and beaten, I still went out to play.

I remember when I was in elementary school. I often come home late. I remember one time, after school, I saw that it was still early, so I didn't plan to go home first.

I looked left and right, and suddenly I saw a few students from my class playing hide and seek on the other side of the table tennis table. When I saw it above, I was itching and wanted to go down and play. So, I walked down like a fly, joined their game, played and played, it was getting dark, I was having fun, but I didn't notice the time, the time passed minute by minute, and finally, I realized that it was not early.

I quickly picked up my school bag and ran home as fast as I could, opened the door, and when I went in, I found my father already sitting in that chair, smoking a cigarette, and there were a few cigarette butts on the ground, obviously my father had been waiting for a long time.

There you go! That's when I came back. Dad asked in a low voice, I ......I blushed.

I play at school. ”

Do you know how many points it is now? Dad said with a straight face.

I was so happy that I lost track of time. ”

Forget the time, why not forget your ears there and go to the room to reflect. Dad said sternly.

I ran up like a frightened bird in a puff of smoke. On the way up, I looked at my father again. There were a few more wrinkles on Daddy's haggard face. My heart shook suddenly, and my eyes moistened a little.

I ran to my room and thought to myself: Ah, for all these years, Dad has been worried about me all the time, and I have never been considerate of him. Daddy's troubles are getting bigger and bigger.

I can't go on like this. I'm going to get rid of these problems. I quietly ran to the second floor and poured a cup of tea.

I'm holding tea. Walking to the first floor, my father was already working there, and his old hands were covered with thick calluses.

Dad, I was wrong. ”

I took my tea and put it on the table ......

I thought to myself, why doesn't my son be angry?