KATHY RICHARDS
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If I were a bird, then father's love is the sky, I fly in the father's care. If I were a boat, then father's love is the ocean, I cruise in the warmth of the father's love. Once, the teacher asked us to go home and make a mind map. As soon as I got home, I called my father to help me complete the thinking map, but my father said: "their own things to do, dad has something!" Hearing this, I ran angrily to my room. I think: you help me now, I can forgive you. But I ushered in is "bang", that is the sound of closing the door, dad not only did not help me, but also out. I sullenly worked on my mind map, but I couldn't do it halfway through. I was sad to think: hum, dad must not love me, must ignore me. The more I think of gas, all of a sudden rushed to bed will "Wah wah" cry, cry for a while I fell asleep. When I woke up, I rubbed my eyes and saw a complete mental map on my desk. I wondered: How could there be a mind map? Could it be my father? No, it can't be him. I must be dreaming. And he pinched his own thigh. "Oh, it hurts." I said loudly, the voice alarmed my father, father quickly ran to my room. The father looked flustered and asked, "Son, what's wrong with you?" "Nothing," I said with a sheepish smile. "Dad helped you with your mind map." Dad pointed to the picture on the table. "But aren't you out? I heard the door close." I asked incredulously. "I went and bought you the tools." A father is a mountain, let your body and mind even under wind, frost, rain and thunder, but also calm and stable.
By KATHY RICHARDS12 months ago in Confessions