This is a tender confession that flows through the years, and it is also a two-way growth and redemption. When the storm of life suddenly hit, the single father "I" held his daughter's little hand and built a small world under the old eaves. The aroma of my daughter's favorite breakfast floats in the kitchen in the early morning, which is the warmest comfort in a tiring life; the dust on the construction site is covered with clothes, but when you see the happy smiling face behind the door, all the hard work becomes meaningful; under the light of the night, the father and daughter cuddle up and share their thoughts, and time settles in whispers into the most precious treasure.
