MY SON AND I

Beautiful story ....
It's been twelve days. Sitting at home is so annoying, when am I going to play?
"Daddy," my son told me today, "I told him, '

, we'll have another ten days, then we'll play comfortably,' but my son was reluctant to understand. He swelled his face and fled to the bedroom in a rage ...
After a while, I went and called her, and in one call he came and said, "Dad, you're angry with me."
My eyes widened.
I hugged her.
My childhood memory is lost in my heart