my heart has gradually relaxed the. i know that this is a mother's warm hands and i firmly linked. where there are closely linked with my father comforting words, i was very warm, very happy. once, i did not cry, because no living on the edge of life and death in this dangerous moment, i felt the warmth of their parents. when the father rushed to the hospital, i have the wounds linking well, put on the gauze. see the father, i headlong into his embrace. perhaps just now found that the clinic lane, the atmosphere of fear, perhaps never experienced such a thing, i pity, in the arms of his father, a patient for a long time before i shed tears. father laughs at me, but with a loving hand rough blew my cheek : "silly child, do not cry. all passed, is not it? "yes, everything is gone, everything past, but for all the parents, i would like it not to the past, to keep it permanently. , as my father and smeared water daily, for gauze. summer, the weather, his father was afraid i wound infection