My mother and all the mothers in the world is a very ordinary accountant, I am the apple in her eyes. When I was in the second grade of junior high school, I had a serious chickenpox. In order to get my homework in time, she climbed the window every night, her limping leg hurt so much that I didn't want to let me know.
I really wanted to cry, but I didn't say anything because I didn't want to embarrass her. We kept the secret Hidden in our warm hearts, maybe she is just an ordinary person. However, in my heart, she is my goddess and my hero.
She stands firmly and watches my growth. No matter in her age or in my heart, I once thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world, much more beautiful than any fashionable woman, and still is so now.
My father was my hero. When I was young, he would kiss me every night and sing to me when I woke up. He made me feel special.
I knew my father loved me. It made me feel strong enough to do almost everything he was sick. But the strength made him survive.
He loved his children very much. He gave up his life to take care of that woman He still stood by her side, took care of her and loved her until she died 20 days later. I lost my hero, my father, who was my friend a few years ago.
His life has changed a lot, but his love for my father is not It will change and never end.
My father is my hero. In my life, he is the father of eight children. He saw his struggle.
When I was very young, he looked very tall. In my eyes, he could do anything, and we all know that he was the person in charge. He was a man with strong body and mind, but there was a kind of tenderness in him.
He tried to become cheerful and kind-hearted Many of the days, when I wake up, people will give me a kiss, sing to me, I certainly miss those days; he makes me feel special, he can sing "Miss America"; I know that I have the love of my father, which gives me the courage to do almost anything; from him, I learned to stand upright and be proud of me. Strength and determination are the qualities of this good man. With the passage of his life, this power enabled him to survive, coupled with the firm determination to help my sick mother get the care she needed for her survival; he loved her and his children, so he gave up years of his life to take care of this woman, his soul mate, his wife, he fought against her disease day and night for many years, and a lesser man would be killed He was still standing by her side, taking care of her and loving her until the day she died.
Twenty days later, his own era was over. I lost my hero, my father, who had been my friend. Life has changed after a few years, but as father's Day approaches, I will celebrate his name Pray to him and God that he will stay with me, look at me, guide me, and look down upon me with pride, because I am my father's daughter, and one day we will meet again, but until then, I will remember, and love will never end.