I heard my grandma say that when I was a child, I almost liked my father more than my mother. Always clamoring for daddy to hold her, and crying when daddy is no longer visible.
When I was five years old, my mother passed away. I asked my parents where they were, but my father just smiled at me gently and held me tightly in his arms. I like my father's gentle embrace, I like my father.
When I was five years old, I became more dependent on my dad. In fact, it doesn't matter if I don't have a mother. I will make my father live happily every day in a warm home that only belongs to the two of us. Maybe this home is not warm enough now, but for my father, I will work hard to make it the most warm home in the world.