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As Wang Xiaowen grew day by day, I realized just how intelligent she was. By the age of five, she could recite a large number of classical poems, and by seven, she had started writing essays.
"Teacher Wang, you've passed all your skills on to your daughter!" my colleagues would praise. I couldn't help but smile widely, "Of course! My daughter is the best!"
When Wang Xiaowen was in the third grade, I suffered a cerebral hemorrhage due to overwork and was hospitalized.
"Doctor, will my dad die?" I vaguely heard Wang Xiaowen crying as she asked the doctor.
"As long as he receives proper treatment, he should be fine. But he will need someone to take care of him," the doctor's voice sounded distant.
"I'll take care of Dad! I can do everything!"
That month, just nine years old, Wang Xiaowen rushed to the hospital every day after school. She brought me water and medicine and even learned how to measure my blood pressure.
"Dad, you can't leave me," she whispered softly in my ear.
Fortunately, I pulled through and returned from the brink of death. Days passed, and soon Wang Xiaowen was in middle school. I scrimped and saved to buy her a computer.
"Dad, this is too expensive! I don't want it!" She shook her head vigorously when she saw the price tag.
"Silly girl, we live in the information age. How can you not use a computer?" I laughed as I swiped my card. "But you have to promise me that you'll only use it for two hours a day; studying is the most important thing."
Wang Xiaowen was determined and never let me down with her grades. In her second year of middle school, she participated in a school speech competition and won first prize!
"Dad, look!" She ran home excitedly, holding up her certificate in front of me. "I got first place!"
"That's amazing!" I lifted her up and spun her around. "I knew my daughter was the best!"
"The teacher said I have talent and suggested that I study media in the future," Wang Xiaowen said with sparkling eyes.
"That sounds great! As long as you like it, Dad will support you," I said indulgently as I ruffled her hair.
That night, I secretly calculated my savings. The tuition for university was no small amount!
After entering high school, my body began to deteriorate significantly. The aftereffects of working hard in my youth had all caught up with me—high blood pressure, cervical spondylosis, and a herniated disc... But I dared not take a break, nor could I afford to fall ill.
In the winter of my second year of high school, I suddenly suffered a heart attack and collapsed in the classroom. When I woke up, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, with Wang Xiaowen sleeping by my side, her eyes swollen from crying.
“Dad!” As soon as she noticed I was awake, she rushed over. “You’re finally awake! You scared me to death!”
“I’m sorry, Dad is useless; I fell ill,” I said weakly.
“What nonsense are you talking about!” Wang Xiaowen unexpectedly yelled at me. “The doctor said you’re too tired! Why don’t you take care of yourself? Why do you carry everything on your own?”
“Because I’m your dad,” I smiled faintly. “It’s what I should do.”
“But you’re also my dad!” Tears streamed down Wang Xiaowen’s face. “I don’t want you to work so hard! I don’t want you to wear yourself out! I’d rather not go to university than lose you!”
Seeing her red eyes filled with tears broke my heart, yet it also brought me a sense of happiness. My Wang Xiaowen had grown up and become more understanding.
“Silly girl, Dad will be fine. You must go to university, and it has to be the best one! That’s our promise, remember?” During my hospital stay, Wang Xiaowen rushed to the hospital every day after school to bring me water, feed me medicine, and keep me company.
During that time, I often recalled the moments when she took care of me as a child.
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