We live with forgotten memories and memories. Forgotten memories give you feelings and feelings through something.
He was like a friend. We spent a lot of time together, but it was a very short time. He created my values in a short time. He left me early. He was my father.
"The Father’s Touch" depicts a still life that his hand should have reached at least once. I wanted to leave a story about one person, not my father, through his little still life that I had forgotten. and I Thinking of father face, he tries not to forget the great existence of his father, whom he endlessly gave.