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Their love may be overlooked because it is so plain and
ordinary, yet it exists every moment. Nevertheless, they love me
unconditionally and provide me with a home full of love, because I am their
precious child.
My dad has rough hands, but they are big and warm. He often holds my hand,
spreading warmth throughout my body. He often raises his hands as if to hit
me, but he never actually hits me. He often holds my hand and tells me
stories from the past, his face full of memories. During holidays, he always
takes me to the amusement park, and I have so much fun. His serious face
even shows a little smile. My dad never says "I love you" to me, but I know
he loves me, because I am his precious child.
My mom has a gentle and kind face, and she always looks at me with caring
eyes. She likes to smile and touch my head, giving me some advice and
guidance. She loves taking photos with me, smiling happily like a young
girl. She likes to compete with me for the ice cream in our hands, and we
both laugh with cream on our faces. She likes to gently embrace me and say
"I love you" in my ear. My mom's love fills every corner around me, giving
me all of herself, because I am her precious child.
Their love always surrounds me. When I fell down, they didn't help me up,
but watched me cry until I got up by myself. Then my dad would pat my head
and say "You're great!" with a smile. On the bus, they would refuse the
seats offered to me, saying "You're old enough to stand." When I'm sick, he
silently takes me to the hospital, and she stays by my bedside. Every night,
they gently tuck me in, never waking me up. Actually, I've known all along,
because I am their precious child.
I think maybe I am a flying fish that can soar into the sky but cannot leave
the water. Because water is my parents, and we all cannot leave the sea,
because the sea is our home. |
