What did your father do to spoil you?

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Seeing a stay-at-home dad making hundreds of clothes for his daughter, I really feel full of happiness, both for the little girl and for myself. This story inadvertently reminds me of many years ago.

When I was a child, my family conditions were not very good. My parents provide education for four children, and the basic needs of eating, dressing and keeping warm are sometimes tight, let alone having any beautiful clothes. What I remember most when I was a child was wearing my brother and sister's old clothes, but people at that time didn't pay attention to comparison and didn't feel particularly miserable.

At that time, many clothes at home were made by my mother herself. In everyone's memory, mom makes clothes as usual as mom cooks, so we take it for granted. At that time, a classmate's mother was good at knitting sweaters. In my impression, her mother always knits the best sweater for her in front of a magazine, and many students envy her. To be honest, I envy it, but I know my mother can't knit a sweater.

I have to secretly put down this hopeless envy and expectation.

Suddenly one day, I found a few balls of wool missing at home. What's more, I found that my father was clumsily learning to start the needle. That scene is still clear today, because my father's technique is so clumsy. Other women knitting needle and thread is like growing on their hands, winding it at an extremely fast speed, and you can't miss a stitch. And my father not only learned to inject, but also was different from others. The thread is too long to hold the needle. At that time, I just thought I was learning to play, because there was no man knitting sweaters in my mind at that time.

But my father is different after all. After several days' practice, he not only began to inject skillfully, but also became skilled in technology. He will never pull the line apart again.

After stumbling for two months, my father actually knitted me a sweater. Although there were still some sewing mistakes, my father finished the sweater after all, although he asked others for help on the most complicated sleeves.

This is also the most beautiful story about sweaters in my youth: my sweater was knitted by my father. I'm still very proud.

I'm Xiao Ding Dong, editor of Xiaomei Society. Thank you for reading. Welcome to like and forward comments.