The taste of fatherly love

Everyone has a unique smell. However, every day I am surrounded by me, the taste that I am most familiar with is the taste of my father.

My father has worked in many different industries, but in recent years he has become an animal doctor. He goes out early every morning and rushes to work with the big pig farms and chicken farms. Naturally, there is no contact with animals, and the body naturally has some unpleasant smell. But it is this unpleasant smell that makes me feel the deep love of my father and the subtlety of my father's love.

When I was fourteen years old, I deeply tasted the taste of my father's love. It was a self-evident taste. It's special, it's bitter, but it's sweeter. That night, my father came back with a tired body. Just entering the house, my father was sitting on the sofa. When I was just preparing a hot tea for my father, a pungent scent and a strong smell filled our little home. I quickly put down the hot tea, stepped back a few steps, rubbed my nose with my hand, frowned and blurted out: "Dad, how are you so stupid today!" The younger brother quickly hugged his nose and walked far away. The father slowly stood up, shook his head helplessly, and turned back slowly to the room.
The next day, my father was on a business trip. I haven't smelled the strong medicinal smell on my father for more than ten hours. That night, I stayed up all night. I fell asleep on the bed and I began to miss the taste of my father. I remembered the sad and disappointing back of my father when I turned back to the house last night. I remembered the accidental injury of my childhood. I felt my warmth in my father's arms. I remembered my father for us. Can eat well, wear well, live well, get up early every day, do not know how many tears, how much thoughts spent. This scene, I think it is sour. At that moment, I realized that the medicinal taste that I once hated was the smell that was exchanged for the sake of supporting the whole family. It was so fragrant and permeated in my life that I was moved and intoxicated.

Early the next morning, I dialed my father's phone. The voice from my father was still the gentle words of my father. It was still the fragrance that touched me.

The taste of the father is meaningful; the taste of the father loves, eternal.

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