
I have seen my father since I was little as a very rough, harsh and serious person. But he never raised his hand on me. The first day I went to stay in the hostel, I rented a car to take my belongings. My father went to work. My mother and brother went with me. I went at seven in the evening. My mother gave me dinner. After packing everything, my mother and brother returned home. I was very sleepy due to the stress of the whole day. So, after talking to my mother and father on the phone, I had dinner early and went to bed. In the morning, I woke up to my mother's phone call. I heard my mother's voice crying. I could understand that I was feeling sad to leave her for the first time. My mother said that when she gave my father rice at night, my father was sitting with his head down and stirring the rice. My mother saw tears flowing down my father's eyes.
What can you say about this without love? Some men not only cannot express themselves, but they are not emotionless.

