As a daughter, what is the experience of having an overprotective father?

Of course, it is a feeling of super super happiness. Because I grew up in a complicated environment, I have two fathers, and everyone loves me dearly. No matter which father always gives me the best. Let's say my adoptive father. I have been particularly distressed since I was a child. His educational philosophy for me is that I can only encourage, not beat and scold. So when I was a child, he wouldn't scold me if I did something wrong. If he hears my mother scold me, he will help me.

I remember once I did make a serious mistake, and my mother told me to kneel on the ground and not move. Dad can't help me at this time, but about an hour later, dad told me that you must understand something, and some things can't touch the bottom line. I nodded in confusion. Dad took me to the supermarket and bought a lot of snacks to comfort me. I felt super happy at that time. When I was a child, I was always weak and sick. Every time I get sick, I go to my uncle's house next door for an injection. I was so afraid of injections that I ran to the next village for injections. Once, my father kept chasing me and never knew me. Later, he told me that I would never give an injection again. I didn't run because I trusted my father unconditionally. My father has been holding me and taking me home.

I fell asleep on him, but I vaguely remember that he bypassed the doctor's house for fear that I thought I would have another injection. When I was in junior high school, once my money was stolen, I called my father and cried, saying that my money was stolen. Father told me not to cry and said to come to me at once. Because junior high school is the key junior high school in the county, it is far from home. It takes my father 40 minutes to walk from home to town, and it takes 40 minutes to drive by mountain road. Finally, it takes 15 minutes to get to my school. I remember that when I called him that day, it was already noon 1 1 later. Dad set off immediately after receiving the call. He didn't have lunch at home at all. He didn't have time for lunch, so he went directly to my school to find me, probably after 1 pm. When I was still taking my lunch break, my father came to my class to call me.

But I didn't realize that my father didn't have lunch. Just ask dad why he is so fast. Dad said he stepped on hot wheels. It sounds like a joke, but I don't care. In fact, now that I think about it, my nose still feels sour.

He may be the person who loves you the most in the world. No matter what you have, he always wants to appear in front of you at the first time. He will do his best to protect you when you are by his side. Even if you leave him, he will be desperate to be by your side when you need him. Now, I am growing up and my father is getting old. Many times he still wants to protect himself. No matter what difficulties he has, he always says, you have to tell me. Although I can't help you now, it's always good for you to say it.

This is also protection, but in different forms. How happy would you be if you had such a father? This kind of happiness may only be known to yourself. To say the least, I am not his own daughter, but he treats me better than his own daughter. Many times my sister will be jealous. Growing up, I held it in my hand like a baby. Although my home is in the countryside, I have never been asked to do rough work. I'm not even allowed to sweep the floor. Every time I do rough work, he always takes me. Sometimes he holds a pole and makes me sit on a burden.

In a word, his kindness to me is obvious to all in the village. I am especially glad that I didn't know what I did in my last life, and I will have such a father. So I feel spoiled.