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"BANG!" the door caused an echo. It was just standing there, with father standing on one side, and I on the other side.
We were both in great anger. "Never set foot in this house again!" shouted father. With tears in my eyes, I rushed out of the flat and ran along the street. The street lights were shining, causing rather sad feeling. I wandered aimlessly.
A young father who held a child in his arms walked past me. I felt as if I saw my childhood from another space: happy and comfortable.
But now…I don't know whether it is because I have grown up or because dad is getting old. We differ in our ways of thinking. He always puts his opinions on me. Whenever he does something wrong, he never accepts it. We are just like two people coming from two different worlds. It feels like there is an iron door between us that can never be opened.
I wandered the streets, without knowing where to go in mind. My heart was frozen on this hot summer night. As I walked on, there were fewer and fewer people on the streets, until I had only the street lights to keep me company. When I finally reached the high-rise apartment block in which I lived, I saw that the light was still on.
I thought to myself, "Is father waiting for me, or is he still angry with me?"
In fact it was nothing. Perhaps, dad was throwing away some of his old stamps. Perhaps he thought they were useless. I never told him that I liked collecting stamps. I couldn't stand hisoutrageouswords, "I can throw you away, let alone these old stamps."
All the lights were off except father's. Dad was always like this. Maybe he didn't know how to express himself. After an argument he has the habit of creeping up in my sleep and hugging me.
The light was sill on. "Am I wrong?" I whispered, maybe. . With the key in hand, I was as nervous as I had ever been. At last, I decided to open the door. As soon as I opened the door, tears ran down my cheeks. It suddenly realized that the iron door that I had imagined between us did not exist at all. Love— it's second to none.