"Never set foot in this house again!" shouted father. "BANG" 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 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 carefree.
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 put his opinions on me. 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 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 thoughttheywere useless. I never had the courage to tell him that I liked collecting stamps. All the lights were off except father's.
Dad was always like this. He has got used to arguing with me. Maybe he didn't know how to express himself. 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. I suddenly realized that the iron door that I had imagined between us did not exist at all. Love is second to none.
