talking fingers

"Do you know?" My father raised his left thumb, pointed with the index finger of his right hand to the little face on his thumb, and started talking again. As usual, this little face was drawn by his father in advance. When he raised his thumb, it was as if a child was standing in front of him, talking to him.

"You must be obedient." His father said to his little face with a serious and focused expression: "I have told you that the magnifying glass on the desk is for me to read, especially when reading small fonts. It is not for you to play with. Yeah, why are you missing again?"

My father looked back at the five-year-old me who was hiding behind the door. I blushed and didn't dare to say anything. I quickly retracted the hand holding the magnifying glass behind my back. The father immediately softened his tone and said, "As long as you are obedient and put the magnifying glass back in my study right now, I won't dislike you." As he spoke, he nodded with his thumb as if he understood. Come. Then, he lowered his voice and said in another tone, like a little girl's voice: "I'm sorry, I won't dare next time." Listen, my father's thumb spoke! I immediately slipped into my father's study, put the magnifying glass back on the desk, and then flashed back to my father.

There is no need to hide this time, because the magnifying glass that was stolen for fun has been put back in its place.

I leaned on my father's knees with relief, looking at the little face on my father's thumb and smiling. At this time, the father's thumb was raised higher, and the father asked to his little face: "Will you still get my magnifying glass?" "I won't play with my magnifying glass anymore." The immediate response was not the father's big The thumb, it’s me! My father couldn't help laughing, put down his left hand, hugged me into his arms, and we all laughed.

When I was young and ignorant, my father would often speak to me with his thumb and teach me how to correct my mistakes.

When I grew up, this father-daughter dialogue full of fatherly love and deep affection not only became a vivid scene in my memory, but also a silent reminder in my life. "You must obey" still rings in my ears, because I know that there is also a heavenly Father who does the same. He often speaks to me through the Bible and loves me even more than my father did back then.

＊Good words and beautiful essays are selected from the fourth cup of life soup "Shadow of the Heart in the Dawn"