My father was a medical man, he had endless information, endless phone calls, went out to call in the morning, went home at night to answer the phone, still called on the weekend, and said to accompany me to the park on holidays, but every time he just talked about it.
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When I was a child, I liked to break my father's wrist at night, always imagining my father's wrist being pressed against the table by myself, and sometimes waking up laughing in my dreams. But, in fact, my father turned my wrist slightly and pressed my wrist against the table. He did it with ease, like I was playing with ants in front of an ant nest. It wasn't until I blushed with all my strength that my father was satisfied and pressed my hand down.
I wanted to be comforted by the medical man's father, but my father always laughed. Pointing to a tree in front of the door: "Stinky boy, want to fight with me, unless you can bend the tree in front of the door, boy you are still young", and then went to work alone in the study.
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He was busy talking about business when I was on vacation; when I went to school, he left early every morning and he hadn't gotten up yet; I slept at night and he hadn't come back. I was worried about whether he had a fight with his mother, and my mother said: Silly child, how can dad have time to argue with mom?
Therefore, since I was more than ten years old, I rarely communicated with my father, and maybe he was very busy at work, but I secretly competed with the tree, and the tree did not move at all, and gradually the leaves shook, until later the tree was slightly tilted. Until one day, I put up my arm and unexpectedly found that some muscles had grown on my thin arm.
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I was overjoyed, and on the night when my father came back, I solemnly raised my thin arm and challenged the medical man's father. Little by little, I pressed my father's wrist down. He seemed to be struggling. At the critical moment, in an instant, my father took a deep breath, repeated the trick, and finally pressed my wrist down again. This time, although I obviously felt that my father was a little hard, indicating that I had grown, but such a long period of hard work still made me cry out in frustration. The mother came over and asked the father with disgust: You, you can't let him win once?
"Let him?" The father rolled his eyes, "Of course I can let him, in this world, no second fool would give his opponent a chance to win himself." After coughing softly twice, the mother also showed a hint of worry in her eyes, and the father of the medical man who stood tall in the sky seemed to be ill.
But before I was strong enough, God seemed to be joking with me, and my father died of tuberculosis when I was an adult. His colleagues also always came to visit me and my mother. In their tone, I heard a father who was very different from what I remembered.
Father was not as strong as he was at home, and his wrists were not indestructible, but somewhat thin. His temper is not completely unshakable, respectful in front of customers, honest in front of bosses, and sincere in front of colleagues. It seems to be a little different from the role of the father in my life, and sometimes I wonder if these uncles and aunts are saying the wrong people, coming to the wrong people's homes.
In the past ten years, I have not broken my wrist with some people and things. With time, with dilemmas, with failures, with frustration, even with oneself. Sometimes you lose and sometimes you win. It's all about confidence, perseverance, endurance, and strength. Not once was it a fluke, winning the understanding, losing calmly. As a man, you have to support this family. Because, I have always understood in my heart: even my own father, once he becomes an opponent, he wants to win you; no one in this world wants to lose to you, even once! Father's gift is like a seed of hope, paying tribute to all medical people.