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"Daddy's Big Hands"

"Dad" is a term that has been away from me for more than three years. His silhouette is fading out of my memory, and the only thing I remember is his warm hands.

Once upon a time, I still had to trot to keep up with my father's little man who was striding forward, once upon a time, when it rained, I could hide from the rain under my father's big hands, and once upon a time, when I was frustrated and cried, my father comforted me by patting my back rhythmically and gently with his big strong hands. Those beautiful moments, I wish I could stay forever, but in the end, they became memories. Even my dad has become an image in a photo, a fond memory of my childhood.

At this point, I burst into tears.

I remember one time, I went swimming in the gymnasium with my parents, and when I played until about eight o'clock, it suddenly rained down. I was so frightened that I cried, and my father was a little flustered, so he had to pick me up, pat me on the back and comfort me, and said, "Don't be afraid, there's nothing to be afraid of." Dad has encountered it before, just hide in the pool. As he spoke, he hugged me and squatted down, and I began to cry, "No, I want to go home, woo-" Dad and Mom couldn't help it, so they rode me home in their bathing suits.

When I got home, my dad picked up the rain-soaked towel with his big strong hands and rubbed my hair vigorously. After that, I took a hot bath and fell asleep happily and sweetly in the arms of my father and mother.

Another time, when I was in second grade, my dad picked me up from school. On the way home, it was raining, and I took one of my father's big hands and put it on my head......

The warm and beautiful moments that came back again and again were finally buried by the flowing river of time. Together with my dear father, my father's big warm hands were washed and buried by the flowing river of time.

After all, there is no going back.