第一次开口叫爸爸,是在我四岁那一年,因为那一年,我和妈妈一起随军了。自从我们来到这个偏远的小山沟后,一切便与在家时不同了,除了我和妈妈得住在家属队外,我还要面临一个难题——叫爸爸。不知为什么,也许是因为爸爸太忙,我们娘俩一年难得见他一次,打从我认人开始,就从不肯叫爸爸,而总以“叔叔”代替。爸爸呢,难得见我,也从不勉强。 The first time I called Daddy was when I was four years old, because of that year I was with my mom and army. Since we came to this remote ditch, everything was different from when we were at home, except for the fact that my mom and I could live in a family, and that I still had to face a dilemma called father. I do not know why, maybe because my father is too busy, our Niangliao rare to see him once a year, playing from the beginning I recognize people, never refused to call my father, and always “uncle” instead. Daddy, rare to see me, but never reluctantly.