What did your dad do that made you cry?

I remember quite a lot. I remember when I was in high school, I didn’t go to school locally, but in the next city, which was quite far away. When school started, I had to buy daily necessities, so my parents needed to see me off. After arriving at school, there were a lot of people, and there were long lines of people queuing up to get lockers and bedding. I went to line up with my dad. When we arrived, there were actually quite a lot of things. Dad stuffed the bedding into the cabinet, then carried the cabinet on his shoulders to take me to the dormitory.

My dormitory was on the fifth floor, and it was still far away. My father just carried it for me, and I had to be careful to watch the things inside fall out. I followed my father behind, and just watched. He worked very hard. He used his broad shoulders to carry such a heavy thing for me. He had to catch his breath after walking back. At that time, I really couldn't bear it anymore, and big tears fell down. Suddenly I felt sad, and I felt that I was really happy to have a father. His shoulders can hold up the sky for me.

After finally arriving at the dormitory door, the dormitory aunt said that parents were not allowed to enter and that students had to carry things by themselves. My father was afraid that I would not be able to lift it. Just tell me quietly that it's okay, or I'll bend down and pretend to be a student to carry you in. How can you carry such a heavy thing with such a small body? I cried immediately and quickly turned my head to the side, not daring to let my father see me. He was even willing to put down his dignity for me.

When I went to college, my father went to the train station to see me off. He stuffed my suitcase full of things for fear that I would have a bad life outside, but the suitcase also became very heavy. . When we arrived at the train station and went through the security check, the ticket inspector said that only I could go through, but not my father. My father was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to carry the suitcase and get on the train, so he immediately bought a platform ticket and insisted on sending me on the train.

But the train is really high, and my suitcase is very heavy, so I really can’t lift it up without anyone’s help. My dad helped me put my things on the train, and then he felt at ease and gave me instructions. A lot. He stood there and watched the train go away before leaving. I watched his leaving figure in the car, tears once again flooded my eyes.