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How long does it take for the tears to fall

Later, this black brick kiln was reported, and the police arrested the kiln owner, my father in the local police funding, which returned home

By Aynaz SabooriPublished 3 years ago 5 min read
How long does it take for the tears to fall
Photo by Hoa Thuan Nguyen on Unsplash

When I was 6 years old, my father went to work at a construction site in Shanghai. My father saw the Bund and the Oriental Pearl for the first time, saw the busy Nanjing Road, and saw the huge gap between our small mountain village and big Shanghai, my father was worried. He did not want his daughter to take his path in the future, he wanted his daughter to get ahead in the future, can go to Shanghai, can live a happy life. The father quietly clenched his fist and secretly made up his mind: no matter how hard it would be in the future, he would bring up his daughter.

  

  The father felt that working on the site was not very profitable, so he went to Datong, Shanxi Province, to work as a miner in a coal kiln, but as a result, he was cheated just after getting off the train and was led into a black brick kiln. The brick factory was surrounded by mountains on three sides, and at the only exit, two large wolf dogs were chained and watched by the foreman. My father lost contact with his family. My father worked in the black brick kiln for 16 or 17 hours a day, eating only steamed buns and plain water, sometimes eating some pickles, and sleeping on the floor ......

  

  Later, this black brick kiln was reported, and the police arrested the kiln owner, my father in the local police funding, which returned home.

  

  The missing father came back, and my mother and I were very happy. My mother stir-fried some dishes for my father and sent me to the village kiosk to get loose white wine.

  

  My father had lost a lot of weight, he was drinking while looking at me lovingly with a pair of sad eyes, my father said, "Dad was cheated, I wanted to go out to earn tuition for you to study in the future, but I did half a year's work for nothing, and I didn't even earn money to buy you candy!" The more my father said, the sadder he became, tears in his eyes, I knew my father was going to shed tears, so I hurriedly said, "Dad, I do not eat candy, as long as I can see you every day, I'll be happy!" My father patted my head, tilted his neck, drank a cup of wine, and then the tears were held back.

  

  Father's tears did not fall.

After resting at home for a few days, my father made a bold decision: he wanted to send me to study in the county because the quality of teaching there was higher.

  

  With the help of a distant relative, I enrolled in a school in the county.

  

  My father was pulling a cart in the county's medical market. Because of the fear of congestion, the pharmaceutical market does not allow motor vehicles to enter, if the bulk of the purchase of drugs, the owner can only rely on the cart to pull out of the market, and then loaded on the car.

  

  My father said I would have to spend a lot of money to study, and he would have to earn a lot of money.

  

  The house we rented was not far from the pharmaceutical market. One Sunday afternoon, after I finished my homework, I went to the medical market to play. There were two rows of about twenty crates parked on both sides of the medical market gate, and I saw my father sitting on his crate waiting for work. I was ready to surprise my father, so I hid behind a bus on the side of the road, ready to jump out at the right opportunity.

  

  I saw a van stop and a fat man come out of it. My father rushed to meet him and shouted, "Boss, is it into medicine, I have a crate here!" "How much shipping for 20 pieces of medicine?" "6 yuan." "Is 4 yuan okay?" "20 pieces are very heavy, I still have to load the cart for you, pull it out from the medical market, and then move it to your car piece by piece, 6 yuan is not much." Just when my father was bargaining with the fat man, a man pulling a crate next to him hurriedly said, "4 yuan, I'll go." The fat man pointed to the man and waved his hand: "Just use your car." The father hurriedly stopped the fat man: "How about this, 4 yuan, I'll pull for you." "No need for you, it's not real at all." "How is not real? Business is not always bargaining?" The fat man laughed contemptuously: "Don't talk nonsense, you pull a cart is what business? Stay away." The fat man said while using his arms to pull the father away, the fat man's strength is too strong, the father fell to the ground ......

  

  In the process of falling to the ground, my father's nose touched the handlebars of a cart next to him. After getting up from the ground, the father was not at all annoyed but just smiled awkwardly, as self-deprecating. He did not even notice that his nose was bleeding, others told him, he pulled out a newspaper from his coat pocket, circled a small tube, stuffed it into his nose, and then greeted another customer as if nothing had happened. It is clear that my father usually suffered a lot of humiliation, this small humiliation has been nothing.

  

  I held back and held back so that I didn't show up. I knew. If I had appeared, my father would have been very embarrassed to know that I had seen that scene just now.

  

  At night, my father was counting his bills of different sizes, and it was very hard to see him counting them over and over again. My father really endured the humiliation for my sake, and it didn't matter what the grievances were, he now had one thing on his mind, to earn money to support me to college and then work in Shanghai.

  

  After my father finished counting the money, he washed his face. Although my father's back was turned, from his movements, I could see that he was focusing on scrubbing the bruises in his nostrils.

  

  After my father washed his face, he sat at the other side of the table to watch me do my homework. Under my father's gaze, I wrote more carefully. When I didn't hear my father speak, I looked up and peeked at him. Under the light, I could see bright tears rolling in my father's eyes, and a sad face, and he must have been thinking back to the afternoon.

  

  My father was suddenly alerted to the fact that I was looking at him, and realizing that he had lost his temper, he hurriedly smiled at me: "Daughter, have you finished your homework?" I nodded my head.

  

  My father blinked his eyes desperately, his tears finally not falling.

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Aynaz Saboori

How to explain? How to understand? What do we do with all the injustice?

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