My father didn't know how to show love. He went to work every day. He often punished me when I made mistakes.
Once I broke my leg, my mother held me in her arms all the way to the hospital. My father stopped the car right up at the door of the hospital. He looked really upset.
When I learned to ride a bike, I asked him not to leave me alone, but he said it was time for me to ride alone. I fell and my mother ran to lift me up, but my father stopped her. I was mad because I needed my parents to care.
When I went to college, my mother wrote letters to me. He just sent money and a little note about how great his garden looked now because I wasn't playing football in it. Whenever I called home, he acted as he wanted to talk but always said, "Wait, Tim. I'll get your mother. "
He only said, "Where are you going? What time are you coming home?" People often say father's love is as great as a mountain. Was it possible that he showed it and I didn't realize it?
