After Mom died,I began visiting Dad every morning before I went to work.He was frail and moved slowly,but he always had a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice on the kitchen table for me,along with an unsigned note reading,“Drink your juice.”Such a gesture,I knew,was as far as Dad had ever been able to go in expressing his love.In fact,I remember,as a kid I had questioned Mom“Why doesn't Dad love me!”Mom frowned.“Who said he doesn't love you!”“Well,he never tells me,”I complained.“He never tells me either,”she said,smiling.“But look how hard he works to take care of us,to buy us food and clothes,and to pay for this house.That's how your father tells us he loves us.”Then Mom held me by the shoulders and asked,“Do you understand!”我妈去世之后,我开始在每天上班之前都去探望一下我爸。他身体虚弱,行走缓慢,但是,他总是为我亲手榨好一杯新鲜桔子汁放在厨房桌子上,旁边有一张不签名的纸条,上边写着:“把桔子汁喝了。”我明白,这是他表达他对我的爱所能采取的方式。事实上,至今我还记得,在我孩子时代我问过我妈:“为什么我爸不爱我?”对此,我妈皱起了眉头。“谁说他不爱你?”“可是,他从来没告诉过我。”我抱怨道。“他从来也没告诉过我,”她说,脸上露出笑容,“不过,你看他为了养活我们,给我们买吃的、穿的,缴纳房款,干活多拼命呀。这就是你爸表达他爱我们的方式。”然后,我妈抓着我的肩膀问道:“你明白吗?”