I love my father. It gives me a lot and gives me a lot.

When I was a kid, my parents divorced. Since that time, I lived with my father. At first, my mother visited us once a week. Sometimes, I would. I thought my mother does not like me. After a new man, she had often accompanied him. However, my father has always been to me like his princess.

While he was busy with his work, he tried his best to have time to play and communicate in time with me. In summer, when I was six, I wanted to stay with my father, but he had no time. I said nothing. In fact, I was a little unhappy, and even in bad times. My father took my pain. One evening he came into my room and told me interesting stories. He asked: “Why are you unhappy, my little girl?” “I want to stay with you, but you’re so busy.” I replied in a faint voice. After hearing my words he smiled and said: “OK. Can No problem. We will travel next weekend? I was happy to shake his head. It has always been my first. When I growing up, has more time to take care of me.

He took care of me, not only alive, but also in education. He taught me how an honest man. He always says I am a useful member of society should be. Now that I have for myself and I can also search for him. Tomorrow is her birthday. I would opt for a gift for him. In fact, I noticed that he can not see things clearly close over the last two weeks. I know he has read many books, but it’s a bit hard to read now. It is old and presbyopia. So I decided to buy some presbyopic glasses that help him see things clearly. I want to do what I can to show my filial love my father.

I think when he sees the presbyopic eye, it will be moved.