This year's father's day, I finally feel that I'm not around my parents, how much I miss them. It's like several years. I guess I miss them too much. Do you miss me? In a flash, I grow up. Time is really fast. Because of this, sometimes I think of my childhood.
I still remember when I was a child, you took me on a bicycle and galloped in the fast lane just for fear that I would be late for school to catch the bus I wanted to take; you also remembered that I forgot to take my homework, you were afraid that the teacher would scold me, no matter how busy or how bad the weather was, you would come to the school to send it to me; you also remembered that in primary school, the teacher said you were a model parent; Remember that when I was sick and had stomachache, I cried to ask you to knead my belly for me in the middle of the night, and you would be sleepy to sleep, but you would immediately wake up and continue to knead for me until dawn; remember that when I was a child, every time I was lying in the bathtub, you would help me to rub the bath; remember that when my dirty clothes were thrown around, you would silently pick up the clothes on the ground and clean them for me; I still remember when you were a kid, you blew my legs in order to send me to learn the piano, and you often hurt in the winter when riding a motorcycle. I still remember that you often ran around for work, and your hair turned white. I still remember that you got up at the earliest time every morning to buy food for my mother and me, so that my mother and I would wake up and see all kinds of breakfast on the table; I remember when I was sad for school, you always said, "it's OK, and Dad!"