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I have a small family. My father, mother and brother are very naughty. Dad is busy with work all day and he is very good and funny again. Everytime, on the weekend I cook. When the food was on the table, I saw how talented my father was.

Daddy laughs and so my family atmosphere is very happy. Dad loves orchids and usually takes care of it. Especially the yellow dragonfly foundation.

Anyway, I went with my father to take care of these orchids. The fragrance of flowers, my hard work and father make my flower trusses very beautiful! I find myself having a happy family.

But then, my family's happiness was short-lived. Mom comes home from work late. Parents often close and argue. At that time, me and I just told each other silent. I'm afraid of that air, afraid something will come to my family. Then it came true.

I cried when my mother told me that: Mom and Dad will divorce, I will be with you and I will be with you. I always ask that parents do not listen to me.

I cry, brother too. I hugged my brother deeply and saddened thinking he would have to go far to live with his father and grandparents.

Fatherhood is both sacred and worth the most respect. Illustration.
Dad and I are gone. In my house, I am left alone with my mother. I see the house is too large. In the evening, my mother is in the office, only me. I miss you, miss you. I miss you very much. By this time, whenever he ducked down in the study, on the drawing board.

I miss Daddy's voice or pulling his slippery slippers, remembering how his father smokes cigarettes, misses his father's cough, misses his father's smile. I remember the weekend with the meal that Dad made with the gentle father smile.

I can not sleep. All night long, I thought about my father, thinking of the big and cold house with only two mothers, I cried and wet my knees that I did not know.

For weeks, I did not dare go up the floor to irrigate the orchids. I'm afraid to go there. Because of that, it reminds me of my dear and dreamy image every afternoon. Daddy loves flowers so much. I'm not up there anymore.

But then this afternoon, somehow, I stepped up. When I looked at the lovely orchids, I sat down and could not help tears.

The orchid flowers of the green daddy is so beautiful flowers are dying because of the lack of water. The leaves are yellowish, dry. I rushed to water and whispered apologies ... forgive me. I'm afraid to look at you ... I miss you too.

Long time ago, I did not see my dad. For perhaps a month, Dad did not call me. I miss my dad and look forward to seeing him. Dad! I miss you! Knowing how often my father and I went back to our house so that the family lived as it was in the past? I miss Daddy dear! "

Read her article, I can not help being emotional and say: Give her your dad's phone number! I ran out and called. I did not know what I said before because I was speaking in an emotional mood.

"I'm your teacher. I do not know the circumstances of my family until I read your writing today.

Maybe for some reason my family is not perfect, but as a teacher, as well as a mother, I hope you do not hurt the child, make up for him so that it does not feel lost. so cool.

Because I see in the article, my niece loves her very much, looking forward to meeting her father, hoping her father will return. I naturally think about the responsibility and sometimes the selfishness of our adults.

We are so lost, looking for something far away without paying attention to the love and happiness of our children are for us are very close.

I'm sorry to say much about the family finished asking him to come back to visit him more than he, call him again. Your daughter is a sensitive and loving child ... she loves him so much. "

Maybe his father recognized his feelings when he spoke down sadly. The father thanked him and asked for his daughter's writing. He promised to visit me more often and because the work situation is always away from home. He promises to spend more time with his daughter ...

After school, her mother came to pick me up, I called out a corner and talked. The young mother heard the story of girls do not say a sentence but just crying forever.

Perhaps a hunch that tells me that the cause may have started from the mother and then I was not mistaken.

A week later, she whispered to herself. Daddy to visit her sister. Three times a week. Dad also called me continuously. Dad talked to her for a very long time. Her eyes filled with happiness.

At the end of semester 1, she whispered, "My daddy said that by the end of this semester I would transfer my brother to study city.

And a brand new announcement before Tet holidays. My father and brother went home for Tet. Dad has moved all his belongings home. In the afternoon, you and your father back to water orchids. My parents made peace with me then. Miss you! Is it because of your writing?