When I hear the melody, I will feel warm. I think of the hot summer afternoon, the family is sitting on the floor, facing the fan, the whirring sound of the wind blades, nibbling on the watermelon cut by my mother, and muttering about my sister's piece. It's bigger than mine, and it's sticky all over my face just to nibble on the next piece before the others. Mom would yell frantically, don't get juice on the floor, for fear the neighbors wouldn't hear. She always likes to shout about things like this, and it makes us feel bad.
However, now that he is 2,000 kilometers away from home, he is starting to miss the days when the family was noisy and fighting with his sister and brother.
We have grown up.
Happiness is really simple. Today is father's day, happy father's day mom, thank you.
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