Which photo in the album makes you want to cry?

I happened to look through the photo album and saw a photo of my father and daughter. It was taken in my hometown yard when my father was still alive and I took my daughter back to visit my parents. The content in the photo is that my daughter is going to buy snacks, and my father gives her money from his pocket. In the photo, the daughter is holding out her little hand, cute and cute; The father handed the money to his daughter happily, full of love.

Looking at this yellow and faded photo, my eyes are moist. ...

Generally, rural families retain the concept of son preference. But our family is a little special: because there were no girls in previous generations, we especially like girls. Father pinned his hopes on our brother. After our two brothers got married, they added children one after another, and my daughter became the only girl among our grandchildren. The death of my daughter brought endless joy to the whole family, especially my father.

My father has a special preference for his daughter, and the degree of that love almost makes my nephews jealous. It's no wonder that my father used to like girls. My wife and I work in our hometown school and often send our children back to their hometown for their parents to take care of. The daughter is very clever and often makes her father laugh. After a long time, the feelings between grandparents and grandchildren are getting deeper and deeper. As long as I don't see my granddaughter for a day, my heart will not fall. For him, it is his greatest enjoyment to take his granddaughter with him every day. And listening to the crying of his granddaughter "Grandpa" and "Grandpa", his heart is sweeter than eating honey. For several grandchildren, although he will love them, his granddaughter is more precious in his eyes.

Unfortunately, at the age of 75, father was diagnosed with lung cancer. Although my father was arranged to live in the best local hospital and invited experts from the province, his condition continued to deteriorate and eventually failed to improve. On my deathbed, he asked me to call my daughter to his bedside. While holding my hand tightly, he also held my daughter's hand tightly, indicating that I must take good care of my daughter and let her study hard, take exams well and become a useful talent. I nodded with tears in my eyes to reassure him. His withered hand held his daughter's hand for a long time, reluctant to let go, as if he would die forever. The daughter "Grandpa, I won't let you go" and "Grandpa, I won't let you go" has already become a tearful person. ...

Now my father has been dead for more than four years, but we don't feel that he has left us at all. Every anniversary, we put an extra pair of chopsticks on the dining table, as if my father were still there ... His beloved granddaughter and my daughter were admitted to good universities, and my father's dream came true.

May my father be well in heaven.