The days in June were as sultry as a steamer, and June poured his enthusiasm into every corner. In the enthusiasm of June, I finally got sick because I couldn't resist it. My physical condition is not very good. Since I was a child, I have been a "little medicine jar" in the eyes of my family. Colds are a common occurrence for me, and this time after the pain The subsequent illness came as fiercely as a flood, lingering with me for a long time and unwilling to leave.
Lying in the hospital bed, watching the drops drop by drop, and then drop by drop being sent into my blood. As the drops fell, my heart began to pray, praying for a speedy recovery, and praying loudly. After a while, he finally completed his work. My father wrapped my hand with his rough but thick hand, and suddenly it seemed like a fire of fatherly love was burning at the junction of hands. It spread between me and my father.
When I returned home, perhaps because I hadn’t eaten for many days, I vomited out the food I had just eaten due to nausea. I endured hunger and went back to the room to fall asleep. In the evening, my father stopped I returned home after a busy day, but I was still groggy. I opened my eyes weakly amidst the calls of my family. My father's anxious face came into my eyes, and my heart ached inexplicably. I wanted to stand up and reassure my father but was unable to do so. My father lifted me up and held my hand and walked outside the house. The weakness of my legs made it very difficult for me to walk. When I stopped and walked, I saw the heartache in my father's eyes, but he kept trying to cover it up with blinking. My heart was touched by my father again. This is when my father walked in front of me, squatted down, and said, "Come up, dad will carry you." I wanted to refuse, but my father seemed to see my heart, and he suddenly showed an expression that would not allow me to refuse. I knew I couldn't refuse anymore
I lay on my father's back, and my father's thin body slowly stood up. My heart hurts like needles. My father carried me on his back and trudged forward very slowly. I knew he was tired. But I was helpless, tears wet the corners of my eyes. My father's back supported me, who was helpless, and shielded me from all the wind and difficulties coming ahead. In the hot summer, the bustling streets instantly became a stage for my father and me...