Miss my father's 600-word composition in the sixth grade

In April 2009, a sudden car accident took the life of my closest relative, my father, and made him leave me when I was only six years old forever.

Losing my father's love, I envy those children's insignificant lives: they are escorted by their father at school and picked up by their father after school. For me, this is a dream, an ideal life. Even a small thing like eating, I am very different from them. Whenever I come to the restaurant, I can always see fathers who love their children. As soon as they find the right table, they order immediately, for fear of starving their children, and they keep urging them to eat more. Perhaps in the eyes of those children, this may be more about complaining about how wordy their father is, but in my opinion, he is very happy!

Losing my father's love, I feel lonely and helpless, and I often have "nightmares". The most unforgettable night for me, I dreamed that I came home from school and happened to meet two most annoying troublemakers at the school gate. They have been trying to play a trick on me since my father died. Sure enough, as soon as they saw me, they looked at me like mice. They looked at each other with a malicious smile as if they had achieved something. It scares me a little. Just when I was thinking about what they were going to do, my schoolbag was instantly pulled over by them and thrown into the air. "Hey, look who it is!" A boy said sarcastically. "Isn't this the wild child without a father?" Another boy replied derisively. "No, go away!" I said angrily, took back my schoolbag and ran out of school. With the running breeze, my tears can't help coming to my eyes. I don't know how long it took me to stop running. In a quiet place, I hid in the corner and cried, and my head hit the wall-the pain woke me up, only to know that this was a dream of Conan.

At this moment, a thousand words come to mind, and more are expectations and thoughts! How I wish my dear father was by my side, comforting me and protecting me. Like other children, I can have my father escort me to school, take me home after school, urge me to eat, be the support of my life and become the guarantee of my life!

In a blink of an eye, dad has been away for seven years. For seven years, I have never stopped thinking about my father. This idea, like a raging sea, roared into my mind! Just like a carving machine, it is deeply engraved in my mind! like ...