When we were young, father was an all-powerful superman. He could fix toy cars and carry the entire family. When we grew up, we found out that he merely hid his exhaustion in the ashtray at night and stuffed his tenderness into the details we had never noticed. Father's Day is approaching. Let's use the warmth of words Ómós a thabhairt don duine sin nach ndúirt riamh "grá" ach is breá leis an chuid is mó .
01: Is é a thost an dearbhú grá is geanúla ar ghrá
Ní dhoirteann athair cosúil le grá na máthar riamh, chuir sé isteach:
- Seol taisteal chugat, ar feadh i bhfad níor bhog sé sa fhigiúr scátháin cúlghabhálach;
- Tá tú rathúil, coirnéil bhéal an bhród;
- Nuair a thiteann tú, taobh thiar de na focail "dul abhaile" braistint slándála .
Múineann sé, ach le gníomhartha múineann sé dúinn; Is annamh a dhéanann sé barróga, ach is é atá i ngach pat milis ar an ghualainn ná tarchur neart .
02: "luí" an Athar: na fírinní sin nár thuig muid ach níos déanaí
"Ní maith liom iasc a ithe, ithe níos mó, leanbh ."
"Tá go leor airgid . Ná bí trifty"
"Tá mé go maith . Téann tú ar aghaidh le do ghnó"
In the father's lies lie the most simple love. They always cover up the weight of life with a relaxed tone and exchange "not needed" for our "possession". It was not until one day when we saw the white hair at his temples that we realized behind those lies was a sky he had held up for us with his shoulders.
Is bailiúchán dochreidte de dhánta próis é an tAthair . Tá a chuid focal soiléir, ach is fiú iad a léamh ar feadh a shaol . Ar deireadh, is mian liom go n -aithníonn gach aithreacha Lá Athair Shona . D'oibrigh tú chomh crua seo go léir na blianta seo!
