My father's eyes
By Sun Sihaoxue,
8 years old, Grade 3
My father and I haven't met for a few days. It is due to the horrible novel coronavirus and we can see each other only through phone video calls.
Although my father is not a soldier, he is a "warrior" dressed in white in the war against the virus.
My father told me the ward is his battlefield, and he is duty-bound to fight and protect as many patients as possible.
Today I chatted with him again. I saw he was wearing a blue medical cap and a pair of transparent protective glasses. His nose and mouth were covered by thick white mist. I could only see his eyes through glasses. The eyes were full of love, tears, strength, power and courage.
I know he was in a dangerous situation, but his eyes seemed like they were saying "I'm fine".