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　　The first time I saw him, he was in aunt. I”m here, in the head, lean on him that old walls, looked back and forth on the ground of his toes friction. That day, he wears a very grand, but still don”t cover his skinny figure. He is my second dad.　

　　I approached quietly, he seems to make him very nervous, "a station to zoom straight up, smiling, I also have an angry glare at a smile. Thus, a strange dad came into my world.　

　　The next day, dad doesn”t like, just keep the drudgery. Want to know his marriage, three more people eat, life will only make his head pressure lower. Until one day, I finally see the old daddy”s face, I believe that he will be a good father.　

　　My dad is a decoration. Due to the complication of polio, his left leg than all others, a thin, walking one lame epilepsy. That summer, the sun gadites breathless. I”ve always wanted to go to work, the place to see dad today just can go to give him a bottle of mineral water. A door, the house is a real beauty, the pattern that is my dad. "In the future, my father will give I repair a better house!" I thought happily.　

　　"Dad, where are you? I sent to you!" the mineral I spent most of his life.　

　　"Here, I”ll come!"　

　　I cry for miles. "Oh! So hot, dad, how do you”re so tired!" Dad like "SARS" period of refugees, wearing white mask, wear a thick coat, hat and fall down.　

　　"It doesn”t matter, paint, so do not poisonous!" Said dad would sit down, while the white mask and hat. I squatted down to the water to him. This is the first time I looked up, dad, he was already "grey" square eyes all around, full pin-points of white paint. Even the water in the hand, soaked in white, white palmprint stretches from a drop down to their father, and soaked into the ash in my heart.　

　　"Dad, you really hard!" I look on dad, suddenly let me alarmed, daddy”s tears from his eyes red comes, the two nations. See dad and quickly lowered his head, drop by drop tears fell in hand back, formed the pure-white edelweiss. He hastened toward him, then wiped again simply laughed, and the laughter and we just met as fantastic.　

　　"Good reading, boy." Dad gave me the bottle. And wear masks and hats, pick up the tools, began to work.　

　　That night, dad come back very late, I took him to the balcony, started the first time we chat.　

　　"Daddy, I love you." I looked at him.　

　　Dad and bow, sunburnt face has been slightly red.　

　　"Make money, good life, or to send you to go to college." Dad”s head lower voice choked.　

　　I looked up and saw the sun, irritable, one day, I must arm dad head in busy street, let me become his life”s biggest pride.