Dad has a strong sense of time. He often asks me to do something then, and I can't put it off. For example, when I was in the first grade, he helped me to make a timetable and told me to finish the things of the day, such as getting up on time, going to school on time, eating on time, finishing my homework on time, going to bed on time and so on.
I remember once, when my parents were not at home, I forgot to do my homework and stayed at home and watched TV. After my father came back, "thunder and lightning", "fire emit three zhangs" and "eyes wide open" gave off a kind of light, which scared me to think of it. My mother and I played a "mixed doubles". I was scared that time. My father is like a company commander criticizing a soldier who made a mistake on the battlefield. My mother was there to persuade him not to listen. Later, I secretly said to my mother, "Dad is a fascist." From then on, I stopped playing and delayed my homework.
Dad is always resolute, and the children of neighbors and relatives rarely dare to be naughty and coquettish to him. However, when I grow up and understand, my father is like a thermos, cold outside and hot inside, and there is a motherly heart in my broad and solid chest. I remember one time, when I was sleeping at night, I kicked the quilt off because it was too hot. At that time, I was still awake, and I vaguely felt my father coming over and helping me cover the quilt, chanting "Don't catch cold, little darling", bending down and kissing my face gently.