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More recently, idle at home, more and more fatherly love The flooded me. Of course, this love in my almost unconsciously around me, even more moving. For example, do not often call her mother when I often say to me: your father has to call you at home, and that you do not always call home, almost forgot he was
The father. Every time I hear these words, my heart will certainly sour, selfblame for a long time. Father, an older son thought the heart of Japan cut, but it is also not good to lay down their face called me first, just before the nagging mother, and my son is often neglected in the mind. My family lives in
The city, home from the station close, but every time I go home, no matter how late, my father would pick up my car. The liquor power on the poor old father, every time I come home all day with two meals I drink wine, it was once thought it was in college I never realized something. At that time