My father never kissed me, hugged me or told me that he loved me. As my only living parent, he became the filter through which I saw myself, the possibilities for my life, the world and all men. He was a conflicted and dark filter.
我父亲从来没有吻过我，拥抱过我，也没有对我说过他爱我。作为我唯一在世的父母，他成为了我审视自己的过滤器，通过他，我看到了我的生活、世界和所有人的可能性。他是一个矛盾和黑暗的过滤器。
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