Dad, you always feel bad about my distress.

Born, he carefully held me with both hands, looking at him with all his eyes and looking silly.

At the age of 2, he ran in front, and I was following the fart, he laughed, and I laughed.

When I was 6 years old, I accidentally fell into the river. He jumped into the river and picked me up. I seemed to remember his red eyes.

At the age of 8, I took my diarrhea and took it home. He was busy apologizing to the teacher and washing my pants.

10 years old, summer, he quarreled with his mother, I woke up at night, and he gave me a fan while I was sleeping.

At the age of 12, I got up in the morning and saw his enlarged face in front of me. I took a shot. He said that he only felt that I was sleeping so cute that I could watch it for a while.

At the age of 14, I took him to the school dormitory, and he carefully added my daily necessities. It’s good to have only your father and daughter in your mind.

At the age of 16, he lost the senior high school entrance examination and his position was high. He said seriously, don't be so simple, people and things outside should be careful.

This year, I am 18, using a "I have a good father" and glaring at him to do this for me.

My father, mine, good father.

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