Our parents love us in their own ways. My father was fifty years old when I was five years old. I didn't know why he was home to 1 me. Dad did so many things for me 2 my school years. He would always make lunch for me to take it to the 3 . There would be a card with"I love you" on it. He always had some things to make me4 and let me know that he loved me. My friends all hoped that they could get that kind of 5 . I was so proud to have him as my6 .
When I left home to study to another city, I thought the7 would stop. 8 , my friends and I were excited that his cards continued (继续). I called him a lot. After I said9 , he always said, "Angie?" "Yes, Dad?" "I love you. " "I love you, too, Dad. "
My friends called him" the 10 Dad in the world". And when they knew that my father was ill, they sent him their best 11 . He taught all of us about a father' s love. I wouldn't be 12 if my friends started sending messages to their children.
As he got 13 , I decided to come home. Those were the hardest days to go through. I was with him in a hospital for a few days14 he died. We sat together and watched TV. As I was preparing to 15 , he said, "Angie?" "Yes, Dad?" "I love you. " "I love you, too, Dad. "