Daddy just didn't know how to show love. It was Mom who held the family together. He just went to work every day and came home and he'd have a list of (sins) we'd committed and he would scold us about them.       Once when I stole a candy bar,he made me take it back and tell the mall I stole it and that I'd unpack boxes to pay for it. But it was Mom who understood I was just a kid.       I broke my leg once on the playground and it was Mom who held me in her arms all the way to the hospital.       At my birthday parties,Dad always seemed sort of out of place,He just busied himself blowing up balloons，and setting up tables，and running errands(跑腿). It was Mom who carried in the cake with candles on it for me to blow out.       I remember when Mom told him to teach me how to ride a bicycle,I told him not to let go,but he said it was time.I fell and Mom ran to pick me up,but he waved her off,I was so mad,but I showed him.I got right back on that bike and rode it myself, He didn't even feel embarrassed,he just smiled.       When I went to college,Mom did all the writing. He just sent checks and a little note about how great his grass looked now that I wasn't playing football on it.       Whenever I called home,he acted like he wanted to talk,but he always said,“I'll get
your mother.”       All my life he said,“Where are you going? What time are you coming home? No, you cannot go.”Daddy just didn't know how to show love…Unless…       Is it possible he showed it and I didn't recognize it?