Love love you - my father
2003-9-18 11:33:00 by ← → arrow keys to flip once read an article about his father, looking at me in tears, because the thing I read in the contents and I actually experienced to be the same. And that is actually the author's experience has been slow to express, but I do not come out to express emotions. The article wrote: the father is just a stranger, a mother would grab the bad guys with their own. And when he was admitted to the university, which his father sent him to the process,
louboutin, he discovered that his father had been in pain silently love him, he has never been found. Suddenly, he finally came to understand the deep fatherly love. He was lucky, although the share of previously neglected father, but fortunately, in the end he understood, and deeply moving,
burberry, this should be a good father's filial piety. After reading, I shed tears again, because after all, that the author is lucky, and I, when I found that when the share of fatherly love, already too late to make up for return. Small, because my father often travel, so most of the time, I have been attached to my mother, my mother's love of fine share of my father ignored,
Essay _15050, I rarely ask my father where have you been. In my mind, I feel like my mother is so hurt our father, my mother would take us out to play, we like to buy snacks for us to eat. Especially in winter when the cold wind Linlie,
franklin marshall, hiding in bed in my cold little hands are still cold, my mother always used the warm tolerance of my big hands, I was in hiding in the warm nest, sleep particularly special fragrant. However, only limited to my father on business, my father came back, I was a sleep, so then I would particularly like my father to a few more poor,
In fact, not so hurt _7686, preferably every day business trip, so I can every day, and slept with her mother. Travel as long as my father heard the news, my heart secretly happy. When the child's mind is how subtle ah. Now, I kind of heart to feel ashamed before. Listen to my grandfather that my father used to be the backbone of the school's art. As long as the school of literary and artistic activities, he is a part of them, to imitate the father grandfather also sang a song before: I am a big frog, labor, crops, quack ... ... his side of the thin to imitate the frog stomach feeling the way, while there is a kind of head wagging mode, it looks better than funny cute, for, everyone was impressed, I have heard my mother and aunt talked about. Because they used to be the same school. When Mama this matter when the eyes are always red, I heard also sad death, is like a father, but left us forever. I never thought, not even dare to believe that such things will happen to us. I do not believe dad will go, then a good one. I do not believe I would not a father. I can be is slowly growing up, my father began to appreciate the time to understand, but never lost his. Understand that love, but can not share love up once heard a teacher say, a person can do to repair the five years to the fate, perhaps just a saying, and I was very like this sentence. Because I believe people can do is to have a fate, whether it is ten years repair or decades, even more five hundred years, but this fate sometimes really fragile. Pain I love my father, let us eat ice cream Lin, because he had seen how individual households made ice cream stall, and for our health; travel back in time,
Peach Ice _16105, often with local specialties for us to eat; tell us how to order and oriented, do not flaunt anything; I have heard many things my father a child, he knew all this suffering for decades, are tired. For Dad, I have a deep guilt and love, if time could go back, I will not ignore the share of the unknown father, my father would always sticking to let him know that his daughter would love love him. Previous: Next desire an orange lip gloss: the letter never sent
Love love you - my father _17597
Linear Mode
