It was raining. Raining hard. Dad said it wasn't safe to go out. "Warning time," he said, looking at me with a smile.
My heart thumped. Warning time! The magical time for stories. Dad would sit me on his lap, the scent of his old books filling the air, and tell me about dragons, knights, and brave princesses. He would use funny voices for each character, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Today, he told me about a little boy who went on a quest. He faced a giant spider, a grumpy troll, and a grumpy old witch. The boy was scared, of course, but he was also brave. He learned to trust his own strength, and he won the quest.
父与子作文 Dad said the boy was just like me. I felt a little warm inside. I knew I wasn't brave like the boy. I was scared of the dark, and I didn't like spiders. But Dad said I didn't have to be brave all the time. Just like the little boy, I had my own story, and I could be brave in my own way.
The rain stopped. Dad looked at me and smiled. "Time to go out?"
I nodded, my heart still filled with the magic of the story. I knew I wasn't the bravest boy, but I was a little braver now. Because even when it rained, I had warning time, and that was a kind of magic, too.
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