Uncle policeman, that's what those children call my father.
When I was a child, I especially liked people asking my father, because when they asked, "What does your father do?" I held my head high and said, "My father is a policeman!" "Whenever I see them show admiration after listening, I can't help laughing. But with the passage of time, things have changed. ...
When I was a child, I didn't understand why my mother always picked me up from kindergarten to primary school. I don't know why my father can't accompany me when he wants to play with me, saying that he is going to patrol. I don't understand why he won't be at the dinner table on holidays and said he would be on duty. I don't know why a phone woke our family as soon as the cold wind blew in the middle of the night, and then my father hurried out to say something was wrong. I didn't understand my father's work at that time. I even wonder if my father regards our home as a hotel, leaving whenever he says so. My mother often says to me, "Dad is very busy at work, so you should be considerate of your father." I have been learning to understand my father since I was a child. After all, as a child, I naturally have deep respect for the police. Frankly speaking, while respecting my father, I am also afraid of him, afraid of his majestic expression, and even more afraid of the pistol around his waist.
Dad works very hard, goes out early and comes back late, eats irregularly and has no rest time. Dad is careless sometimes, but he is very serious about work-related things. For example, dad must look in the mirror before going out. In the United States and Japan, it is called checking the appearance of the police, saying that the police should pay attention to the appearance of the police. Dad pays so much attention to these small details that it goes without saying how conscientious he is at work. My father became a little "abnormal" in a high-pressure working environment. During the rare holiday, my father didn't want to go out, preferring to stay at home and read those criminology books. During the Spring Festival, National Day Golden Week and other festivals, the "morbidness" is more serious, so you can wait at home at any time. If the phone rings, I immediately tensed my nerves and rushed to answer the phone. I couldn't wait to ask, "Hey, what's the situation?" Sometimes there is no phone, I will call back to the office to ask about the situation. Hearing the word nothing, my father was relieved and settled down.
I once talked to my father about his work. I asked, "Dad, you are so hard and tired as a policeman. Why didn't you hear any complaints? " Dad didn't answer directly. He gave me a deep look at first, and then said slowly, "When I was a child, I saw the police dressed in police uniforms, so heroic. I am in awe. At that time, I admired the police, not only for their pistols, but also for their ability to punish evil and rape. But when I really became a glorious policeman, I found that the police had both a glorious side and a hard side, and the high-pressure work made me breathless. I once had the idea of quitting my job. But once when I came home from work, I met an old woman with a child. The child pointed at me and said happily, uncle policeman. Mother-in-law said, yes, it is the police, specializing in catching bad guys. I am deeply touched by this. I think being a policeman is hard, but it's glorious. We police have a saying: I work hard and I am happy. I just hold this belief, stick to it, then get used to this job and love it. You have to understand that dad's job is not only to support the family, but also to repay the society, so that work is valuable. As a policeman, I have the responsibility to maintain social order, keep one party safe and serve the people wholeheartedly. This is a qualified policeman. But it's really hard for you. I can't attend your birthday, my grandfather is in hospital for surgery, and I don't have time to visit. " Dad said, his eyes slightly red. After listening to this, my previous incomprehension and resentment towards my father disappeared.
My father is a policeman. I love my father.