tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746984160820340989.post5166616538820074399..comments2023-06-10T09:53:34.678-04:00Comments on An Ordinary Chinese: We moved a lot during the warJust having FUNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07212032341652290219noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746984160820340989.post-43351922880735922102010-04-13T23:07:03.613-04:002010-04-13T23:07:03.613-04:00My father was a family man, but was unfortunately ...My father was a family man, but was unfortunately unable to show his affection to his own children. Perhaps he felt that he needed to show authority so that his children would grow up straight and decent. I was able to feel his love being a daughter and being the youngest. Still his feeling was rather reserved even toward me. But Mother told a story which vividly described Father's emotions and his love for his family. When Japanese was bombing the city regularly, Father would hide in a cave nearby his office. Mother would take the children to hide always in this big cave near home. That one time, the big cave was too full, Mother had to use another cave farther from the home. After the planes left, Mother came out with the children from hiding and tried to rush home. It was already turning dark, she saw Father walking mindlessly on the street, pale faced with tears running down his face. Father heard that all people hid in the big cave suffocated to death, and he thought that his wife and kids were all dead. I always have this picture in my mind when my Mom and Dad stared at each other on that particular evening in history. What did they say to each other? What did go through their minds and hearts? They probably just went home in silence, and hurried up to feed their hungry kids.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16295468577066872440noreply@blogger.com