Maybe you all have the same story like mine.

When I was little, I often fell asleep on the sofa. Either because I was too tired from studying hard, or fell asleep while waiting for my dad to come home from work. Miraculously when I woke up in the morning, I was already in my bedroom, on my comfortable bed.

There were times when I pretended to be asleep, so dad would carry me into the room. That's a father, he doesn't talk much, but we can still feel his sincere affection.