Chapter 10 — My Tattooed Dad

The people below burst out laughing. "The first time he tied my hair, I wore a head like a pothole to school all day." The laughter became even louder. "The first time he went to a parent-teacher meeting, he was blocked by the security guard outside the gate. Because the security guard thought he was coming to collect a protection fee." The whole hall laughed. Pho Nghien sat under the stage, covering his face with his hands. "But he is the best father in the world." "There is no second person." I looked at him. He looked at me through his fingers. Red eyes. The tip of the nose turns red. There were still tears on his chin that hadn't been dried yet. A fifty-eight year old man cried like a dog. "Dad." I stood a whole distance from the wedding hall, calling out to him loudly. "Thank you for picking me up." Finally, he couldn't hold it in anymore. He burst into tears. Hua Thanh next to him was frantic, even the package of tissues was not enough. The housekeeper is also crying. Lawyer Qi was also wiping his eyes. Everyone in the hall cried. My groom also cried. It's just me. I smiled. Standing there, laughing and watching him cry. Somewhere in my heart, the scab that had been forming for twenty years finally fell off completely. Underneath is a new layer of skin. Clean. Intact. No more pain. Later, someone asked me: "Do you ever regret being left there by your mother?" I answered: "No regrets." "Because if she hadn't left me next to that chair..." "I wouldn't have been able to meet you." "It was 3:40 in the morning, the temperature was minus six degrees." "The muscular, tattooed man sat next to the public toilet, his face extremely fierce." "But you are the only person in this world who did not let go of my hand." "I held my hand." "Dad, I still want to be your daughter in my next life." "There's no need for you to pick it up." "I'll run there myself."