Everyone has a unique smell. However, the smell that lingers around me every day is the smell of my father that I am most familiar with.
My father worked in many different professions, but, in recent years, he became an animal doctor (i.e., a veterinarian). He leaves early every day and returns late every day, rushing to various pig farms and chicken farms. Naturally, contact with animals is inevitable, and it is natural that there will be some unpleasant smell on the body. But it was this unpleasant smell that made me feel the depth of father's love and the implicitness of father's love.
When I was fourteen years old, I deeply tasted the taste of father's love, which is an indescribable taste. It's special, it's bitter, but it's sweeter. That night, my father came back exhausted. As soon as he entered the house, he sat on the sofa. Just as I was about to serve my father a cup of hot tea, a pungent pharmaceutical smell and a strong fishy smell filled our small home. I quickly put down the hot tea, took a few steps back, covered my nose with my hands, frowned, and blurted out: "Dad, why do you stink so much today!" My younger brother also quickly covered his nose and walked away. The father stood up slowly, shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked slowly back to the room...
The next day, his father was on a business trip. I didn't smell the strong smell of medicine on my father's body for more than ten hours. That night, I stayed up all night. I tossed and turned in bed, and I began to miss the smell of my father. I thought of my father's sad and disappointed back last night when he turned around and returned to his room; I thought of the accidental injury in my childhood, when I pillowed my father's arm and felt the warmth in his arms; I thought of my father's sacrifice for us. To be able to eat well, wear well, live well, wake up early every day, I don’t know how many tears I shed, how much thought I spent... I feel sour when I think about this scene. At that moment, I realized that the smell of the medicine that I once hated so much - the fishy smell that was exchanged for feeding the whole family turned out to be so fragrant, permeating my life, moving me and intoxicating me.
Early the next morning, I dialed my father’s phone. What came over the phone was still my father’s gentle words and the fragrance that moved me...
The taste of father is meaningful; the taste of father's love is eternal...