Father

My "Father" lost both his parents when he was young. He lived under the shelter of others, experienced all the warmth and coldness of the world, and lived a humble life. My father turned his own suffering into love for us and loved us with his meager strength throughout his life. When we finally lived a good life, my father became a vegetative state. We never gave up, and we still allowed our father to live a life that others would envy, and we also witnessed our parents' love. In the last five years of my father's life, he received not only the love from us brothers and sisters, but also the belated love from my mother.