At noon, I turned on my mobile phone in the bathroom of the company, because it is always difficult to deal with personal matters during working hours, but as soon as I turned it on, I saw a missed call from my dad 40 minutes ago, and I stood in the bathroom like that, feeling that my heart would not beat all of a sudden, and I thought that maybe something big had happened - because my dad never called me, I called him. The most he would do was send me a text message, like urging me to get a driver's license or something.

At that moment, I felt like my heart wasn't going to beat. I thought to myself that something might have happened at home, and then I called back with a weak leg and trembling hands, and found that my dad was just calling me to tell me about booking a ticket home for the New Year.

I saw a text before that when I heard the news of my loved one's accident, my legs would go soft directly, and my head would go blank for a moment, and I was quite curious when I saw it before. As a result, blood relatives will be like this in their own experiments. In this way, the blood relationship is still wonderful.

In fact, I cry when I see men working on the heights, because I feel that they are at risk of losing their lives at any time. It was also because during the renovation of the top floor of my house, my brother and I once chased and locked the passage between the outside balcony, which occupies half of the floor, and the closed room that occupies the other half of the floor. It was a door that had no key once it was locked. There are only two ways to open this door, either slam it or open it from behind

So my dad climbed out of the two small rooms separated by the closed room, the one with the window, climbed over the wall of a closed room three stories in the air, and stepped over the balcony fence to open the door.

In my life, I did two things to my dad that I regret the most, one was to "climb the wall to open the door", and the other was that at a dinner party many years ago, when my dad was accused by an elder of "useless", I didn't stand up for him.

He's not useless at all, he's useful, he's my hero. Over the years, although he has spoken very little and has not had much right to speak, he has been working very hard to do as much work as possible to feed our family. Whenever there is an opportunity for him to perform, such as buying something, he will choose the best for me within his means.

He treats his work conscientiously, treats his wife and hands over all the money he earns, and has a lot of tolerance, so that our family has no quarrels, a warm and happy figure, and he is really working very hard to support the family, doing all the work he can do and working part-time to support the family. At best, he doesn't know how to drill camps, he is honest and kind, but he is not useless at all.

Today's essay, I cried as I wrote.

2020.1.13