After my father passed away, my memory of him became increasingly faded. I want to write something to remember him. I have too little memory of him. My father passed away when I was in the sixth grade. In addition, my father works outside all year round, so I often don't see him in person. My memories of him probably range from third grade to sixth grade. More than ten years have passed, and the remaining memories are only fragments. Here I write something from my father's perspective, similar to the diary my father wrote before his death.
Intention: endless life