Last winter seemed colder than usual. On a cold, windy day, I walked home instead of taking public transportation, because I loved walking. I was wearing gloves and a hat at that time. But no matter how thoroughly I was equipped from head to toe, I couldn’t avoid the wind blowing directly into my face. My cheeks and ears had turned red when I arrived home. My dad worryingly asked me if I had walked home in that cold weather. Then suddenly I wondered how he could walk to and from work every day in the freezing weather. Moreover, he worked outside all day long because he was a car mechanic. So, he had to endure the severely cold weather. But my dad never said to me, “It was cold. I had a tough day.” Taking this opportunity, I would like to say something to my dad: “I love you!”
