My father is an ordinary policeman. However, in my opinion, this is quite unusual.
Since I was sensible, the definition of police in my mind is one word: busy. Since I was born fourteen years ago, my father has rarely been with my mother and me. My father always sticks to his post when we miss our relatives during the festive season, but we just miss each other silently. It's true: when you are in a foreign land, you miss your relatives twice every holiday.
It's another Father's Day. Whenever I think that the police inspector's father is still sticking to his post, my heart is like a broken jar with mixed feelings at home. However, the person in a foreign land is not me, but my beloved father. My father, I want to know what you are doing now. My mother and I are worried about you.
This year's Father's Day, my father is still away from us as always. He runs around for work; He works hard for the people; He works hard for our family, I understand. However, there will still be great reluctance in my heart. Actually, I'd rather my father give up this and stay with my mother. Of course, I also understand that this is impossible. Because my father's job is only to sacrifice his own time, but it can make more people live a stable and peaceful life. We can't possess my father so selfishly.
On the second Friday in June, my father just went home for a while because he attended an impromptu meeting. He thought he could have a good weekend, but he had to return to work as scheduled. At that time, I said, "Dad, the day after tomorrow is Father's Day. Why don't you stay at home and let me and my mother accompany you? " My father said to me affectionately, "No, my father still has a lot of work to do." Stay with your mother. "Then he turned and went out. I didn't stay. Although his tone was so gentle at that time, I felt cruel.
The night before Father's Day, my mother asked me if I knew what holiday tomorrow would be. I pretended not to know and said I didn't know. Maybe I was playing dumb on purpose. My father is not with me, so I know what to do. I went to bed very late that night, and I thought about this 14 year with my father. In fact, in the past 13 festivals, we have come this way. What is this Father's Day? Maybe I asked too much of my father. But this is obviously my father's holiday, and I should meet my father's requirements. Why do I have demands on him instead? Think again, my father has paid a lot over the years, but he really wants very little. Doesn't he just want his daughter's "Happy Holidays, Dad"? Doesn't he just want a affectionate kiss from his daughter? Doesn't he just want his daughter's health? What else is there? I don't know. Even the grades that ordinary parents value most are nothing in my father's eyes. Every time I failed in the exam, I felt guilty, but my father encouraged me and told me not to ask too much of myself, just to be happy.
My father called home early that morning. Mom told me it was dad's phone, so let me answer it. I refused, forgive me, although there are thousands of words in my heart, I swallowed them back sentence by sentence, but I always feel that I have no courage. Just like my parents will tell me I love you, but my reply will always be a smile. Don't I love them? Of course not. So, I want to say, "Dad, forgive me."
"Ah, we safeguard the dignity of the motherland and serve the people wholeheartedly." This is my father's favorite song "People's Police". Serving the people wholeheartedly, my father did it, and I am very proud. At the same time, I also praise the people's police. Like my father, they can't be with their children, but like my father, no matter how far apart we are, our hearts will never leave. Finally, I want to add a sentence to my father: "Happy holidays, Dad."