"Never set foot in this house again!" should father." BANK!" the door closed behind me. 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 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 put his opinions on me. We are just like two people coming from two different worlds. I wandered the streets, without any aim in my mind. As I walked on there were fewer and fewer people on the streets. When I finally reached the apartment where 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. All the lights were off except father's.
Dad was always like this. He had got used to arguing with me. After shouting at me, he never said sorry to me. But after an argument he always came into my room secretly and made sure whether I was asleep.
The light was still 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. Love is second to none.
A. It feels like there is an iron door between us that can never be opened.
B.I wandered aimlessly.
C.I suddenly realized that the iron door that I had imagined between us did not exist at all.
D. Maybe he didn't know how to express himself.
E.I never had the courage to tell him that I liked collecting stamps.
