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My
Dad
Good afternoon, everyone! My name
is Christina. Today, I would like to tell you something about
a man. That man is my father.
For as long as I can remember, Dad
has always been busy with his work. I remember when I was
a little girl, he was busy with his paperwork day and night.
He seldom took me out to play and hardly had time to tell
me stories or talk with me. I didn’t understand him then.
Whenever I saw other children playing happily with their fathers.
I felt rather sad. It was my sixth birthday and Dad had to
work very late in the night. Looking at his dinner which was
already cold, I asked Mom sadly: “Mom, Dad doesn’t love medoes
he?” After hearing my words, Mom said nothing but took out
an old diary. I can still remember the tears glistening |
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in her eyes.
Mom told me that the diary belonged to Dad and he had been writing
it every single day since the day I was born. During these years,
Dad has written down his deep love about me everyday in his
very limited spare time and never missed a day. I opened the
first page and saw these words: “September 21st. My dearest
baby daughter was born and looking at her lovely face, I believe
I’m the happiest man in the world…” I don’t know why I couldn’t
stop my tears at that moment. I went on reading. Tears blurred
my eyes. I felt the love in Dad’s heart revealed in every single
word. Closing the diary, I understood everything. Ever since
then, I have never complained anymore about Dad. I love him
as much as he loves me.
Dad devotes
all his life to his career. I remember that during the long
battle against the flood in 1998, Dad had to lead the men on
the frontline almost every day. For quite a few days, Dad didn’t
come back home until we had fallen asleep. I couldn’t see him
for several consecutive days; we didn’t have a chance to spend
time with him. Every night, the only thing I wanted to do was
to stay in front of the TV, pay close attention to the latest
news of the flood. Only in this way, we would know if Dad was
safe and if everything was all right. One night, at last Dad
came home. The moment I saw him, I couldn’t hold back my tears.
I couldn’t even believe my eyes: Was he really my father? He
looked very weak and very exhausted. I ran into his arms and
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So many years
have passed, but still Dad never has holidays. Even during
the Spring Festival, the day every other family gets together,
but Dad still has to work. Once I asked him why he worked
so hard. He answered with a smile, “I like to work hard
for our dear family and for our homeland.” These words
were etched into my heart.
Today, Dad is still very busy,
but with the support of Mom and me, he works harder and
more happily. People often say: “A father is the hero
in his daughter’s heart”. And he really is! I’ll love
and be proud of my hero forever. |
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