Dad in my mind's childhood trips, fancy gifts from around the country are brought about. My family has three "ducks", I was the youngest, so since I was young, I was being indulgent father. When friends are still written in pencil wood, I've been buying pencils published. At that time, I still remember my friends admiring, envious that my pen. So that day, I would really expect the announcement of the date and luggage full of presents for me.

Dad just absorbed the trip. That day, my dad is a handsome man with a big belly that I would love to hug. Dad smoking, drinking and occasionally with familiar ones, but I still unacceptable.

Although the day was not quite assume anything, but I still remember just what I wanted my dad is always looking to meet (except for the unreasonable demands). But spoiled but because parents are doing all day so I was great and she pressed. We are very self-conscious, level 2, parents do not need to worry about meals or washing clothes for us both, sometimes listening to your friends talk about parents doing this, the other made ​​me quite envious.

Time passed swiftly, godfather gradually in awe of us, black hair is replaced by the color gray, weathered face permeated life. But that day I really heartless, but do not think only recognize anything. My father did not go away again, just in time that he appurtenant to trade with my mother.

Father's eyes always light up when asked about the lives of these regions dad went through, I know that whatever you've heard the story many times my dad always asks "Is that's okay?" only that Dad told many, fun.

That day my hard work, thought, is not it just start doing things announced it is considered absurd and of course the father should do. That day, father carrying his mother busy, I went to school far away from the house should catch any shuttle published. Many times, I should pick up my cargo busy little slow, I'm just happy hoe, grimacing with her father forever.

Because the only girls should do the heavy work evenly, my dad is great, what dad can do. I live in the center of the country, where one has to take 10-11 years storm. I remember that day when families are doing at home to temporary home, the other has touched the sand in a bag, then the roofing, only my own, I have to do both very hard. When the storm was too strong, the roof was shock, I must make sure against, take photos in the rain and wind was declared themselves forever in my heart. Then, I have never faced such great fear. Suddenly I realized that dad can not live forever with me.

Now bigger, better understanding, I'm your dad next time, though when going home to hug my dad always find. I know that is not possible, but I just wanted to live with my dad.

Daddy, I wish you always healthy baby just like that, sir!