In my memory, my father was a man who rarely took care of his family.

When I was a child, my father and mother had already gone to work in other countries, and whenever I had a holiday, I would rush into the house and call my father, and he would always say, "I'll be back when you have your next vacation." So, I will wait with anticipation for the next vacation. Whenever other people's fathers come to visit their sons at school, how I wish it was my father who came to visit me, so every day after dinner, I lay on the big iron gate of the school and looked in the direction of home, I looked like a baby parrot in a birdcage, looking forward to rushing out of the birdcage, looking forward to rushing into the arms of my parents.

Time flies by year after year, and I grew up in a childhood without a father. By the time I was in high school, my father already had his own business in the county town. But my adolescence had just begun, and I didn't like to read, so I started to rebel, and my friends and I left school and went to the city. All the people were frantically looking for us that night. My friend compromised under the threat of my family, and we set out on the way home the next day, and that day, I saw that my parents were not as gentle as usual, but I still did not give in under the stick, I ran, and at that moment, I felt that no one could really understand me. On the day I was arrested, my father talked to me. Suddenly, he burst into tears, as if to say, not disciplining you properly is a failure of my father! My heart was pierced. It's a scene I haven't seen in 17 years of life. From that moment on, I swore to myself that I would never let my father be so sad again.

I am a very picky eater, and after my father's illness, I became more stressed, and sometimes when I saw that the family was reluctant to eat, I would sit there and not say a word, and then my father would use his clumsy language to say that he would give the child money to eat on the street.

In my memory, my father was a very busy man. My father worked every day and didn't see anyone he had during the day, but at night he was alone, sitting at his desk taking notes and designing drawings. He even sat there at work while we ate, and when we finished eating, he made a bowl of instant noodles and ate our leftovers. Since I was a child, my father rarely took me out to play, and after I graduated from college, my father sent me to work in the traffic police brigade. I don't see my father every day, he's too busy. I was on duty in a cold winter, and I saw a father holding his children by the hand, they were talking and laughing, and at that moment my heart was as uncomfortable as mixed tastes.

In the memory of the father, no, his memory is already incomplete.

That year, in the early morning of November 13, I took my grandfather to the city hospital for a physical examination, and when I just registered the number, suddenly my mother's mobile phone rang, and I already had a premonition that something dangerous was about to happen. My mother told me that my father fell from a 3-meter high shelf, fell on his head, broke 5 ribs, and at that moment my head went blank, I rushed to the hospital, my sister was sitting there and was already in tears, and my father was lying in the intensive care unit at this moment, at that moment I was silent for a long time, I squatted on the ground and left tears. But I didn't go up to anyone to see it, because I was the only one in the house who could lift the beams at this moment. The hospital couldn't treat it, so we immediately transferred to the provincial hospital. After three hours of intense surgery, the doctor handed my mother something, and when she opened it, it was my father's skull. From that moment on, my father had almost forgotten everything about the last few years, and he lost his temper every day, probably for more than 40 years, all the pressure was carried in his own heart. Think about how terrible it is, to suppress it for too long, but it is counterproductive, and it makes your temperament change greatly. At this time, I often hide all my worries in my heart and don't want to share them with anyone, I am very afraid, I am afraid that one day I will break my head like him, and vent my emotions every day.

In my memory, my father was seriously injured.

After my father was discharged from the hospital, he was recuperating at home, and when I saw him walking, he looked like an old man in his last years, and whenever I went out to eat with him, I would see the way he looked when he was holding chopsticks in both hands and picking up vegetables, my nose would turn sour. However, his health has not improved yet, just a few days ago my father had a stomachache, and on the way back from taking him to the doctor, he suddenly grabbed my hand. Moving forward slowly, this is the moment I have been waiting for for many years.

Once, after work, I was driving home from the highway, and suddenly I heard a song, "My father is the ladder that climbs to the sky, and my father is the ox who pulls the cart." I can't forget the coarse tea and light rice, which raised me......... At that moment, tears welled up in my eyes that had been pent up for years.

Everyone's father loves his child very much, but in a different way, whether deep or loving, I hope every child can respect his father.