At the bottom of the metal box was a letter written by my father. He wrote about how he had done a lot of thinking, and for the first time, seriously calculated how much I really needed every week to have my meals at the school canteen.He wrote about how he went to the canteen to get leftover food and a cup of water, and he could not take it after his second time having it.My father apologized to me. He did not mention anything about being strict with me was for my own good, nor did he ask me to go home. The letter ended with him writing: [I don't have the courage to ask for your forgiveness, but we'll do our best to give you the allowance we owed you over the past years. We'll put the money together slowly. Please know that this isn't emotional blackmail. It's purely the responsibility we should have shouldered a long time ago.]I put the letter back into the metal box.My class teacher asked, "Do you want to see him?"I glanced outside the office and saw my father standing u
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