When I was four, one morning in summer, after hearing my father getting up, I hid under the quilt as usual waiting for his kiss. Then I suddenly opened the quilt and scared him. But that day I waited and waited, nothing happened. I saw my father walking away with a beige suitcase in a hurry. A woman's hand caught his arm at the street corner.
Since then, he never came back. My father abandoned my mother and me because of another woman.
Summer seemed not to end, but mother took me away from the city to the north.