It seems that there is a saying in his eyes

I do not know what happened recently, see the word "father", eyes moist. Perhaps it is too long from home, long time no see him because of it. When I saw an article about "Father," I felt so touched that I wanted to write an essay for him - my father. My father is not high, one meter seven is almost, body fat, walk a little cute, he has a beer belly like people pregnant seven or eight months, we sometimes talk about his beer belly, he just smiled, no Say what. A pair of deep, bright big eyes, like the eagle's sharp eyes, can always see through my heart, a row of neat teeth, because they often smoke, a little black.

I often remember that I did not like my father, even hate him. When I was young, I was scared of him because he punished me when I was doing something wrong. I remember in my fifth year, on the first day of kindergarten, the teacher arranged a homework to write a word "人", and my father taught me to write "捺" after writing "捺." But I did not listen to him , But why he and the opposite, the first "Na" post "write", and later led to homework did not complete in time. He was very angry, fury picked up the feather duster, asked me to reach out, did not hesitate to go down to my palm, I cried, rushed to her mother that "to avoid the limelight," Mom said: "children are still small, total Slowly taught, can not be so obedient! "Since then, I have to see the feather duster have" dread thirds, "not to commit the crime.

When I was a kid, I ate a lot of sugar. Once I ate the sugar, it was endless. Even after I had dinner, my father did not eat any food. Very helplessly, can only put the sugar in the tall wardrobe. But I still take advantage of my father asleep or go out, stole a few stools to steal sugar, but did not steal too much. But every time escape his "Hawkeye", after all, the Hawkeye is not a false name, it seems that there is a saying in his eyes, a little less he knows. Every time, ultimately, "eat" a few feather duster. Every time when I disobey or I am in trouble, my mom will say that you will know when your dad comes back. I will become obedient, sitting motionless, but still ultimately, feather duster "wait." When I was young I always felt that I was not his biological daughter, I think he does not love me, unlike other children's father, What do you want, what you do wrong, you just say a few words, never hit you. Sometimes, I always germinate away from home to find their own biological father's idea. you could try these out | go to these guys | browse around these guys | dig this | see this here | next page | visit this site | over here