点滴父爱（A little fatherly love）.doc

点滴父爱（A little fatherly love） A little fatherly love Occasionally, without warning, the 2) drunken 3) wreckage of my father would wash up on our doorstep 4), late at night, stammering, laughing, 5) reeking of 6) booze. Bang! Bang! Bang! Beating on the door, pleading to my mother to open it. Sometimes, without warning, father would appear at our house drunk in the middle of the night, stammered wine talk, sometimes laughed, and had a mouthful of wine. Bang! Bang! Bang! Knock at the door and ask mother to open the door for him. He, was, on, way, home, from, drinking, gambling, or, some, combination, thereof, 7) squandering, money, that, we, could, have, used, and,, wasting, time, his, that, we, needed., desperately He has either just finished drinking, or gambled, or both. He squandered the hard-earned money we could have spent on our daily expenses, and wasted the time we needed - time with our father. It was the late-1970s. My parents were separated. My mother was now raising a gaggle of boys on 8) her own. She was a newly minted schoolteacher. He was a juke-joint musician-turned-construction worker. 9) It was the end of the 1970s. My parents are divorced. At that time, mother alone raised several of our sons. She is a new teacher. His father was a resident musician in a country pub and later a construction worker. He 10 off about what he) spouted planned to do for us, buy for us. In fact, he had no intention of doing anything. The one man who was supposed to be 11) genetically 12) programmed to love us, in fact, lacked the understanding of what it truly meant to love a child or to hurt one. He rattled on about what he planned to do for us and what to buy. As a matter of fact, he didnt mean to do anything at all. A man who should have loved us in blood does not really know what love is for a child and what harm it is. To him, this was a harmless game that kept us excited and begging. In fact, it was a cruel, 13) corrosive) deception that subtly and unfairly 14 shifte