My one-legged dad is anxious to see the answer! ! ! ! !

I have never had a grandmother since I was a child. The villagers said that my grandmother ran away with someone else, and she felt that it would be a lifetime of suffering to follow her incompetent and disabled father. Dad has only one leg and is silent. Because of this, I am often ridiculed and laughed at by my classmates. I seldom talk to my father, and even hate him in my bones.

I remember a parent-teacher conference. I didn't tell dad, but he still knew. In the morning, I secretly hid his crutches. At the parent-teacher conference, a familiar figure caught my eye. It's dad, struggling to jump forward. I hid behind a big tree and cried my eyes out. When I came home at night and saw me standing at the door, he grinned: "awei, you did well in the exam this time. Continue to work hard. " I ran out of the door, dug out a crutch from the haystack and gave it to him. He touched my head and said, "Eat quickly!" I turned my back on my father and chewed salty rice.

After entering middle school, many children have their own bicycles. I begged my dad to buy me one for the first time. A few days later, he bought a rusty bicycle skeleton. Then, load the wheels, brake, pedal and paint ... "awei, you can go to school by bike in the future." This day after school, my father said to me. I glanced at the assembled bicycle and said nothing.

In order to save more time, I reluctantly pushed my bike to practice. At first, I always fell down. I slowly found a sense of balance and was extremely happy. Suddenly, I found my shadow in the sunset, and a shadow on crutches. Looking back, it was dad who helped me keep my balance with crutches. I didn't think straight for a moment, and even people and cars fell to the ground. Dad's one leg was crushed under the rear wheel. I move my bike quickly. "Dad, does it hurt?" "No pain, no pain. Learn to ride a bike without telling me. Look at your knees, they are all broken. " He rubbed my wound as he spoke. I looked at his wrinkled face with tears in my eyes.

In the third year of high school, someone told ABBA a matchmaker. On the weekend, before school came in, I heard a woman's voice in the room. "I don't want this or that. I deserve to be single all my life!" I bumped into her face. She glared at me and stormed out the door. "What's the matter?" I questioned dad. "Abba doesn't ask for a wife!" "Finally someone give you as a matchmaker. I can at least have a grandmother. Why not? " He didn't say anything. I blame him.

On this day, I went to visit Aunt Wang's house next door. I complained, "It was because he was incompetent that my grandmother ran away with someone else. Now he is angry with this woman again ... "Before I finished, Aunt Wang slapped me hard. "You can blame everyone, but you can't blame your one-legged ABBA. That woman wants your father to let you drop out of school and work. Your dad doesn't agree. For you, he would rather be a bachelor all his life! " Later, Aunt Wang told me my life story.

Dad never said anything about his wife because of his physical disability. I was picked up by him on the side of the road. He raised me and made bamboo baskets for me to learn with his rough calloused hands. ...

I ran home in one breath. Dad is sitting on the threshold knitting a bamboo basket. I rushed up to hug him and burst into tears. "ABBA, my good ABBA, you are my dear ABBA!"