Dad, the years are not forgiving

Dad, the years are not forgiving — which moment do you realize that Dad is no longer young

As I accompanied my dad, I gradually realized that he was no longer young. Those moments are deeply imprinted in my memory.

One day, I was walking side by side with my dad on the street. In the past, he always stood tall beside me, seemingly always taller than me. However, that day, I suddenly realized that he seemed to have become shorter. Perhaps it was the passage of time, or perhaps the passage of time, his stature was no longer tall and imposing, but had become slightly shorter. I could not help but sigh, time is really a merciless ruler, mercilessly cut our height.

In another moment, we were walking together on the street when someone suddenly called Dad “Grandpa”. That strange name was like a lightning bolt that pierced my heart. I watched him smile and accept the name, but saw a trace of helplessness in his eyes. Dad was no longer the young and powerful man, he had entered another stage of his life and was called “grandpa”. At that moment, I realized that time had inadvertently pushed us into older roles.

At home, I gradually began to be asked for advice on family matters. In the past, Dad always handled all the chores without moving, and I just needed to enjoy his pampering and care. However, as the years went…