Soon forward five years to my wedding day, I called them both, hoping that they would be at least civilians. My father gave me an hour as his gift, which means a lot to me.
Then my mother gave me a small box and threw a gift on my father’s gift, saying: “That’s all you can bear?” Inside its box, it was the key to an apartment. While the gesture was generous, the way I delivered it made my father feel the small size.
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