barbara troutman

The beacon of love

There are many, many kinds of love in the world, but the deepest love is the father. And my father's love for me is always careful care everywhere. Sometimes, a father's love is a humble word. Once, on a sunny afternoon, my father took me to learn the piano by riding an electric donkey. When I arrived at school, my father said to me: "Walk up and down the stairs to the right, pay attention not to fall down..." I said, "I know." Then I hopped off to learn the piano. After class, it rained in the sky, and the more violent, the most troublesome is that only a raincoat, dad said: "I fat thick, not afraid of cold, you wear it!" At that time, I also naive thought dad really not afraid of the cold! So I put on my raincoat and went home. Back home, dad caught a cold..... Sometimes, a father's love is a surprise that moves the heart. On my ninth birthday, my father got up and turned on the computer. He asked me what flavor of cake I wanted. I said, "I like cappuccino flavor." My father didn't find it for a long time, so he went out. I thought he went to work. Until later, I heard from my mother that my father went to the cake shop to order a cake. Listen, heart flitted a gleeful! Sometimes, a father's love is a hard whip. When I was a child, I did something wrong, I thought, is not a little mistake? It's no big deal. To my surprise, my father punished me severely for this and said, "Spare the rod, spoil the child." At that time, I often complained, why have such a cruel father. Until now, I understand that dad did that, is to let me better remember, the same mistake should not be made again. A father is deep, in appearance, just layers of mist, can look carefully, but it is a lamp, guide me to the front.