"Dad! You don't understand him at all. Garth is a very good boy! He is helpful and ambitious. You are a university professor, how can you discriminate against black people?"

My daughter tearfully accused me, just because I disagreed with her being with a black man, we had a big argument.

It wasn't until she got pregnant and brought Garth to meet her parents that I said, "How can I smell such a foul smell from afar?"

The black man called me "dad", and in anger, I threw the fruits he brought into the trash can.

Seeing that I was not impressed, my daughter broke the news that she was pregnant. I was even more furious, took a knife from the kitchen, and came out.

Seeing the situation, my daughter quickly asked the black man to leave first, begging me not to harm him.

Never having hit my daughter before, I slapped her in the face: "What a damn good man! If he were really a good person, he wouldn't come to harm you, wouldn't have you inexplicably pregnant! I'm telling you, today you must cut off all ties with that Garth, and get rid of the child in your belly, or I won't give you a penny!"

It's all my fault for spoiling my daughter too much, giving her a monthly living allowance of twelve thousand.

I worked hard to give lectures in addition to teaching, fearing she would be deceived by boys outside.

As a result, I gave her too much money. She not only rented a small apartment to live with a black man, but also used her father's hard-earned money for the black man.

"Fine, if you won't give, then don't! Garth will take care of me, I never want to see you again!" She looked at me with resentment, full of anger, and left without looking back after saying this.

"Get out! The farther you go, the better!"