I found these photos in a facebook post. It made me really touched. Reminds me of my dad.
Preparing to get married, my father was crying alone in the night, thinking he would marry her soon, afraid of her child, who was skinny, on her wedding day looking for the palm tree on the gate decorated with bees swollen all the face, I have to do beautiful wedding. Today, I was crying, my shirt was soaked, wet because of the summer heat, and because of my tears, my daddy daddy got married early, loved me, I was afraid to go home. know what to do. But Daddy. The more I love you, the more I see you. Eat less than a dozen years of filial piety to marry, get married and still father to worry to think if you are happy. On sunny days, my father was carrying goods on a high-speed rail, waiting for the car for hours, much .. Not all.
In the past, every time the school went to visit. I do not give money to buy food as a friend. But I remember every time my father got up early and cooked chicken and roasted me to take away. I feel so happy.
The greater the father never expressed love to children, but in the heart of the first love most is his father.
