Last week my youngest son and I visited my father at his new home in Tucson, Arizona. He moved there a few years ago£¬and I was eager to see his new place and meet his friends. My earliest memories of my father are of a tall£¬handsome£¬successful man devoted to his work and family£¬but uncomfortable with his children. As a child I loved him£»as a school girl and young adult (³ÉÄêÈË) I feared him and felt bitter about him. He seemed unhappy with me unless I got straight A¡¯s and unhappy with my boyfriends if their fathers were not as ¡°successful¡± as he was. Whenever I went out with him on weekends, I used to struggle to think up things to say, feeling on guard. On the first day of my visit, we went out with one of my father¡¯s friends for lunch at an outdoor cafe. We walked along that afternoon£¬did some shopping, ate on the street table, and laughed over my son¡¯s funny facial expressions. Gone was my father¡¯s critical (ÌôÌÞµÄ) air and strict rules. Who was this person I knew as my father£¬who seemed so friendly and interesting to be around? What had held him back before? The next day my dad pulled out his childhood pictures and told me quite a few stories about his own childhood. Although our times together became easier over the years, I never felt closer to him at that moment. After so many years, I¡¯m at last seeing another side of my father. And in so doing, I¡¯m delighted with my_new_friend. My dad, in his new home in Arizona, is back to me from where he was. 1. Why did the author feel bitter about her father as a young adult?