Whispered songs, empty supermarkets, sales clerks gossiping with old people who bought meat, wine, and barbecue grills. There are pictures of the children on the table, the old man installed the barbecue grill in the yard with the lights under the eaves, and received calls from the children who are not coming back for the weekend... I felt sore in my heart, thinking of the familiar song Song, often go home to see.
An old man, a kind father, it is most sad to see Frank so lonely. He packed his bags and had only one thought in mind, to see his children. He checked the keys, checked the medicine, brought everything, picked up a small box, and prepared a letter for each child, he wanted to surprise them.
David, who is a painter in New York, is not at home, Amy, who is working in Chicago, does not seem to have a happy marriage, Robert, who is a conductor in Denver, turns out to be just a drummer, and Rosie in Las Vegas seems to be raising children alone... ...the kids seem to hide something from themselves, and Frank's only wish is to sit down and have a meal together as a family, and don't care if it's a spacious house or an 800-foot-tall revolving restaurant, just want to gently Ask, child, are you happy, and then hear a sincere answer, I am very happy.
Maybe when David was young, Frank taught his son to be a painter rather than a painter, but in fact he just wanted his son to be happy when he grew up.
When you were a child, your parents urged you to study, but when you really want to find a job, they let you make a decision. They don’t care what job it is and how much money you can earn, but want you to be happy.
I remembered that when I first started college, my mother told me that my father hadn't slept well after I left. Although I thought this sentence was quite sour, I was still very moved. My parents are starting to realize that I'm getting older, and they're starting to get older too.
After going to work, I work continuously for a week. Every weekend, I sleep in all morning, and then watch American TV shows on the Internet in my own room. Sometimes I think it’s not good. Although I live with my parents, I have this opportunity but I didn’t have a better time with them. many exchanges. I once heard my father say at an uncle's house that every day I see my daughter getting off work so late... I know she is very tired... Even in front of so many elders, my nose is sore and tears fall.
All parents, like Frank, just want their kids to be happy. I often go home and look at it. It’s a bit vulgar to ask such a topic, but I still feel that this simple sentence has extraordinary power in doing it.
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