It was a beautiful evening. I'm looking at the sweet sun closet. Now, watching this self-immolation event reminds me of beautiful childhood memories. I have decided that I can share it with you now.
My father worked as a school teacher. My dad is very strict, but loving. We have a law in our house that I must be at home before the sun closet. My dad’s anger would flow over me if I wasn’t home before Sun disappeared. At that moment I had my dad scolding me for not bowing.
Currently I have grown up. Now I don’t have the law that I have to be home before Sun’s death. It was only after I grew up that I realized that my father's strictness was a kind of affection. I now realize that dad did it for my safety.
It is up to the father know how to raise the child.
We will embrace it when we become a father.
If you also remember your childhood memories while reading this post please share with me below. I am waiting for your replies!!!
