Finally ushered in another weekend, I wanted to take my seven-year-old daughter to see the playground in the big city, but unfortunately the sky is not beautiful, for a time the dark clouds are thick, the wind is raging, the lightning is thundering, it seems that there is a trend of changing the world, and the plan has to be abandoned for the time being. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

So my daughter played her Barbie fashion show in the study on the balcony, and I had to choose a relatively laid-back way for myself to get through this terrible weekend.

Actually, I don't hate rainy days, it's just that it doesn't come at the right time.

For this plan, my daughter has been looking forward to it for a month, and now the illusion bubble is inevitably a little lost, I apologize for this and can only comfort her that we will go again one day, fortunately, my daughter has always been more well-behaved and sensible, not like other children of the same age, I really don't know how to deal with it.

I moved the rocking chair to lie down next to my daughter, and at the moment I just wanted to watch her quietly, even if time stood still.

From time to time, the wind blows strongly outside the window, the rotten leaves on the street trees have broken away from the parent body and come with the wind, and the plastic garbage mixed with yellow sand seems to have lost its gravity and is flying all over the sky. I deliberately closed the glass window, and the wind turned into a roar, into a tearing roar, and the glass was shivering.

I held my daughter in my arms and watched her silently, knowing she was scared.

In the past few years, I have always been busy and rarely around her, and now that my biological mother has left her, I feel even more indebted to her.

Maybe in the eyes of others, I don't have kindness, no love, no kindness, and no strict teaching.

Maybe in her eyes I am not the Holy Lord, and I can't bring her a brighter light than the sun.

Maybe...... I'm not even a drangled father.

Although I used to be young and frivolous and uninhibited, I learned to return when I was lost; Learn to be strong when you fall; Learn to take responsibility before difficulties. I hope to spend the rest of my time redeeming myself, because I really understand that it is my duty as a father and an important role in this broken family.

There is no mother, and me, a father who is not perfect, there is no maternal love, and there is subtle, silent fatherly love to replace, in short, I want to support this family, for the sake of my daughter, I can forget the pain, forget the tiredness, even if it is a lifetime of dedication, it can't stop me from using my own way to interpret what is father's love.

I don't want to be tall and majestic, I just want to have a clear conscience for the rest of my life, and be worthy of the resounding name of "father".

All this is not the strength that she brings to me who hates the poor and loves the rich, but another person, a person who has only vague memories in my mind, who has always been in my photo album, and I don't recognize him a little.