I remember that summer, my parents and I lived in my grandmother's house in the country. One night in the middle of the night, I suddenly had a high fever. My mother was worried. She touched my forehead and looked out of the window. Outside the window, it's still dark and my forehead is still hot. Dad kissed my hot cheek, without any hesitation, immediately picked me up and hurried to the hospital.
Along the way, I subconsciously touched my father's cheek. My face was wet and I couldn't tell whether it was tears or sweat when I was a child. I clung to my father, and my heart was wet.
When I arrived at the hospital, I was confused with a high fever, and the doctor gave me an intravenous drip. It was dawn, and the fever was gone, but my parents tossed about all night. The morning sun shines on my parents. They look at me with a fever and smile more brightly than the morning sun.
A mother's love is like the sea, and a father's love is like a mountain. In this world, there are not only fathers who love themselves, but also mothers who love themselves. Thanks to my parents who accompanied me to grow up!