The loss of my father's love made me even more envious of the insignificant life of those children: being escorted to school by my father, and being picked up and dropped off by my father after school. And for me, this is a dream, is the ideal of a good life, even the small matter of eating, I and they are also a world of difference. Whenever I come to the restaurant, I always see those fathers who love their children very much, as long as they find a suitable table, they will immediately serve food and call for food, for fear of starving their children, but also keep urging their children to eat more. This may be in the eyes of those children, may be more is complaining about their own father how nagging, but in my opinion but has a great happiness ah!
The loss of father's love, I seem to be lonely and helpless, often have "nightmares". The most memorable night, I dreamed: I was ready to go home from school ` time, happened to run into two of the most annoying troublemakers in front of the school. They had been trying to make fun of me ever since my dad died. As expected, as soon as they saw me, they looked at me as if they had seen a mouse, showing a look of disdain, as if the two of them had reached some kind of **** understanding, looking at each other with the corners of their mouths rippling with the slightest hint of a smile of ill will. This makes me can't help but be a little scared, just as I pondered what they were going to do, my school bag was instantly yanked over by them and thrown into the air. "Yo, look who it is!" A boy spoke up sarcastically. "If it isn't that fatherless feral kid!" Another boy replied scoffing. "It's not, go away!" I said angrily, snatching back my book bag and running out of the school, unable to hold back the tears that came to my eyes with the fresh breeze of running. I don't know how long I ran before I stopped, in a secluded place, hid in the corner bawling, head hit the wall - the pain woke me up, only to realize that this is a dream.
At this moment, a thousand words came to my mind, more is the expectation and miss! How I wish my dear father was by my side to comfort me and protect me. I can also be like other children, a father escorted me to school, pick me up after school to go home, urge me to eat, do rely on life, become a guarantee of life!
In the blink of an eye, Dad has been gone for seven years. Over the past seven years, my thoughts about my dad never stop. This kind of thoughts, like a rough sea, roar and pour into the brain! It's like an engraving machine, y engraved in my brain! Just like ......