Those who have been earth shaking, in fact, never appeared, and those who twined in our hearts, has not left.
I am a daughter who is not good at expressing her feelings. In 16 years, I have never given my father a birthday, or even said a & quot; Dad, happy birthday & quot; in person. But I never felt guilty. Because I thought dad never cared about such a plain as water, I always half jokingly said to Dad, we are friends of gentlemen, light as water.
But I was wrong. I was so wrong.
Not long ago, in January, on my father's birthday, I was just at Grandma's house. I don't know who mentioned it. Today is my sister's classmate's birthday. On January 12, I woke up as if from a dream Today seems to be dad's birthday It seems that... Yes. Father's rational face appeared and retreated. I picked up my cell phone and wanted to make a phone call to fulfill my obligations that I hadn't fulfilled in 16 years. I put it down again. Dad wouldn't care.
My sister went out, holding the present for her classmates.
I picked up my cell phone and opened the Outbox.
Happy birthday, Dad.
This is the only limit I can achieve, just a text message.
The next day, my mother was also called to grandma's house. At the dinner table, my mother asked me mysteriously. There was excitement in my eyes. &You I texted your father yesterday to wish him a happy birthday, didn't I? &Well, how do you know? &My heart beat a little fast, I said lightly.
That's what mom told me.
Yesterday, I was eating out with your father and his colleagues. Your dad's cell phone rings, saying there's a text message. After he turned on his cell phone, he was stunned for half a minute. I asked quickly, what's the matter? Your father's face suddenly softened, eh I haven't seen his gentle expression for many years. Then he held up the phone and showed it to me, shouting, look, my daughter wishes me a happy birthday! Do you see? She said Dad, happy birthday
Mom said that dad was like a child, shuttling around his colleagues, reading that message to his colleagues. Maybe his face was slightly red because he drank wine, and his eyes were shining with excitement. He was really happy.
A kind of feeling of flowing water and long time, singing in the wind. I can see Dad's slightly drunk face at that time, his once resolute figure, a man and his father's unshakable posture, and his heart as soft as the lake at that time. Therefore, I am also extremely ashamed. It's just a text message. It's five words that others think are insignificant.
My father regards it as the most beautiful gift for his birthday.
Happy birthday, Dad.
Darling, my good daughter.