C769 New year

At this moment, memories from my childhood seemed to pop out from the depths of my mind.

After I learned to talk, my father came home less and less, spending most of my time with the old man.

How could I miss him when I was a child?

In the beginning, I cried almost every day, but the more time passed, the more I got used to living without my father.

What year?

It's the new year, anyway