One day, when the phone in front of the parents can no longer get through, it is a big pity in life

When both parents were alive, I called once every three or five days, or even once a week. Whenever I called, my parents were extremely excited.

"Whoever has a daughter married, and whose son marries a daughter-in-law, the girl is from that family."

"Who's going out to work again. Who went out to work is back. Father said sheepishly.

I listened with a look of indifference but happiness. And when I shouted "Mom", I heard my mother's happy laughter, which was her old man's contented laughter. So, I also have a sense of happiness on my side, but I just feel that happiness is taken for granted, so I have that casualness.

After my mother's death, I suddenly felt that my mother's life was unforgettable, so I suddenly cherished my father. I thought: I have no mother, I only have a father. I want to cherish him. As a result, the telephone suddenly became frequent, changing from three or five days a dozen when my parents were alive to one dozen a day. Whenever I hear my father's voice, I feel a faint sense of loss and a thick concern. Sometimes, I even call twice a day and my father says, "Call again." It costs money to make a phone call. "Hear father say so. My heart ached, and I thought: My father would like me to go out of my way to call him. When he received the call, he was happy.

I never thought that one day, no one answered my father's phone. The old father was gone and died suddenly.

My father was gone, and I was devastated. At first, I used to dial my father's phone, but no one answered, and I was frustrated. Later, I couldn't resist calling the phone that was both familiar and unfamiliar, and replied: I'm sorry, but the phone you made has stopped. Later, after a long time, I couldn't help but call my father's former phone, and it was a strange voice: Hello! Who is it? I quickly hung up the phone and said in my heart: There is no father at all. The phone that had once been my father had changed owner. It is impossible to even hang up the phone in this life.

With the passage of time, as my longing for my parents deepened, I deeply understood that I firmly believed that when my parents were in Japan, my children would take their parents' love for granted and did not care. And when the parents are never separated, the parents' very inconspicuous phone numbers make them feel precious.

To this end, as a person who has come over, I advise others: in the days when I grew up, I must know how to cherish the love of my parents. This love, as small as the parents' phone calls, has time to play often, do not let love regret. Don't stay until one day when you think that phone number is important, but you can't dial it, it is your depression and annoyance.