"Dad" is a word that we are all familiar with. However, each of us may not know our father as well as the word "father". In all ages, there are so many poems to praise the mother, but few to praise the father.
I think it's understandable that such things happen. I remember that I once read an article. The general content of this article is as follows: a boy accidentally fell and broke a large part of his knee. When he came back home, his mother said heartily, "son, how can you be so careless? Does it hurt?" the boy replied, "OK, mom. I don't feel any more pain. " The father of the child has been watching, silent, but there is a trace of care in his eyes, a love. The boy didn't notice. After a while, the boy went to a corner to talk with his friends. When the boy saw his father's figure, he said to his friend, "my father doesn't love me at all. I fell like this, but he said nothing. Not even a word of comfort The friend said affectionately: "every father is like this. It's not that they don't love their children, it's that they are not good at expressing themselves, and their love is often unnoticed. I don't believe it. When he comes here, he will slow down and watch you leave. " After a while, his father came over, and the truth was just as his friend said. The boy's eyes are wet.
In fact, the father of this child represents tens of thousands of fathers. They love us and love us as much as our mother, but they are not good at expressing themselves. At this point, I think of my father.
My father is usually very busy at work. He often leaves early and returns late. So, there are only a few time with my father. Because of this, my feelings for my father are far less profound than that for my mother. I remember it was my 10th birthday. At nine o'clock in the evening, I'm ready to go to bed. Just then, Dad came back. Dad explained to me: "daughter, Dad originally wanted to come back to accompany you for your birthday, but in the evening, there was something temporary, so now he's back. I bought you a pencil case and a pen. " Dad took out his pencil case and pen from his bag and put them on the table beside my bed. Then he went to bed. I thought dad was so busy at work that I forgot my birthday, but I didn't expect dad to remember it. Dad, are you still busy? If you are tired, take a rest. By the way, I wish you a happy holiday!