How much can a father love his daughter?

No matter how you treat him, he will love you without hesitation.

My father didn't give birth to me until he was 45. Before I was born, my parents had a very lovely daughter. Unfortunately, when she was 1 1 years old, she had an accident. It is also because of this incident that my parents' life plummeted. At this time, my relatives and friends advised my parents to have another one. I was born in the light of love around me.

From my birth to now, I almost grew up under the care of many people. In the face of my child who gave his parents life expectations, the adults around me have been constantly caring for me, and because of too much love, I drifted away in the first and second grades of primary school.

Every time the students at school see my father, they say that your grandfather is here. My constant explanation makes me sick and slowly makes me hate my dad. My precocious mood let me show it at this moment. At that time, I just hoped that my father would not look at me. I just want to pretend I don't know him and go home. At that time, my father was in his fifties.

I didn't learn to ride a bike until junior high school, but my mother disagreed with me because my sister had an accident riding a bike. My dad said, can we protect her for life? Mom didn't speak.

I used to go to school by bike in junior high school. In the second class, my deskmate touched my elbow and pointed my chin out of the classroom. I turned around and saw, why is my dad here? Father quietly motioned for the teacher at the classroom door to come to me if you need anything. I hurried out and looked at him doubtfully.

He took my cup and said, "You forgot to take it when you left. I'm afraid you will be thirsty, and there is no water to drink in class. I quickly sent it! " ""Dad, it doesn't matter if I don't have water to drink. ""That won't do. If my baby daughter is thirsty, dad will feel uncomfortable "and" Go to class quickly, I'm leaving ".

I don't know what I was thinking at that time. I didn't listen to the class when I entered the classroom, staring at the water glass all the time. After class, my classmates surrounded me and said, your father is very nice. Your father is too kind to you. I envy you. My father would never send a water cup. I am proud to say, "Yes, Dad is kind to me and envies him"? I secretly cried.

From then on, I felt my father's love for me. I recall my rejection of my father in primary school, which was extremely annoying and quite hateful. Now my father is 70. Sometimes when I think of something, I cry. I am afraid that when I need his love, he will be gone.