Love you, son.
As a young man, Al was a skilled1 artist, a potter with a wife and two fine sons. One night, his older son developed a severe stomachache. Thinking it was only some common intestinal2(肠的) disorder3, neither Al nor his wife took the condition very seriously . But the boy died suddenly that night.
Tears came to my eyes as I realized what I had been a fool to judge Al as a failure. He had not left any material possessions behind. But he had been a kind loving father, and left behind his best love.
在我18岁离Βιβλιοθήκη 家之前的日子里爸爸每天晚上都会来到我的房间在我睡前吻我然后和我说儿子我爱你
Back when I was a child, Before life removed all the innocence. My father would lift me high, And dance with my mother me then spin me around till I fell asleep. then up the stairs he would carry me, and I knew for sure I was loved. if I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him. I'd play a song that would never ever end. how I love love love, to dance with my father again. when I and my mother would disagree to get my way I would run from her to him. He'd make me laugh just to comfort me, then finally make me do just what my mama said. later that night when I was asleep. He left a dollar under my sheet.