That day, it was very late. I slept soundly, but I was awakened. I found the light outside the house was still on, so I went to have a look.
I quietly walked out of the room and saw my father still washing my dirty school uniform in the bathroom. I clearly said I would wash it myself tomorrow, but I didn't expect my father to help me wash it.
I can't bear to call my father, but I can't help calling: "Dad." Dad seemed startled and turned around quickly. Dad's head is full of sweat, his hands turn red because of rubbing clothes hard, and his eyes are bloodshot because of fatigue. After a while, my father came to his senses and smiled and said to me, "Daughter, did I wake you?" Let me help you wash your school uniform. It's okay. Go to sleep. "Suddenly my vision blurred, and I felt warm tears in my eyes." Golden beans "rolled down my face. I began to cry, yes, I was moved by this great father's love. Dad saw it and immediately said, "Dear daughter, don't cry. "I can't listen to any more. I threw myself into my father's arms and cried. I think this hug is really warm. ...
The next morning, my father was busy for me as if nothing had happened. I secretly said to my father, "Dad, don't work hard day and night for me. I know you've done a lot for me. I used to have black hair and a few white hairs. I want to tell you that you have worked hard. " I dare not say it in front of my father because I am afraid of crying in front of him. I am afraid that his father will be sad and will work harder for me.
It moved me. This great fatherly love has always been with me. It wrapped me up and protected me from any harm.