An Unforgettable Thing

王倩倩Annie

An Unforgettable Thing
Ever since I was a child, my father has played an important role in my growth and my world. Whenever others show their envy of my father’s affection towards me, the feeling of tenderness and love will cloth me. I do think I own the best father in the world, whose care and love are embodied in everything he did and is doing for me. Sitting by the window, the past things are flooding toward me….
I still clearly remember that summer when I was only in Grade Two. The sun was shining brightly in the sky and cicadas were shrieking around trees. I found nothing to do at home in this hot summer when the telephone rang. It was one of my classmates who invited me to go swimming in the afternoon and I accepted it happily. But when I told my father the plan, I only received a blank ‘no’. I couldn’t understand why he didn’t support my decision and why he wasn’t willing to relax me in that cool swimming pool. I tried to argue with him but you can imagine how insignificant I was in front of this authority. I cried, cried for my father’s not understanding and cried for this inequality. Finally, he gave me his explanation, he only hoped I could stay at home and studied. I stumped to my room disappointedly and slammed the door angrily. Half an hour later, not satisfied with my father’s authority, I dashed out of my room, stood in front of him and argued with him again. Having not permitted another time by my father, I started grunting something and crying even louder. Seeing this, something changed subtly in my father, but I didn’t sense it at first. My father didn’t speak any more, the atmosphere in the room soon turned into a horrific silence. Then came a cry, which interrupted this terrible silence. Yes, it’s my father, my father was crying, he was crying in his bed! I was totally shocked by this sudden scene. It was said that men’s tears were so precious that they won’t let them out easily and I hadn’t seen any men cry before. But right in front me, it was not anyone else but my father, who was wiping so sadly only for his own daughter’s misunderstanding. I didn’t know why he was crying either knew how to comfort him, but I knew everything he did was for my good. I had disappointed my father and I had hurt him - my dear father. If I had another chance, I would choose to follow my father’s advice, but it’s impossible at that time. Suddenly, I didn’t know where came the strength, I knelt down at my father’s bedside, crying together with him….
Now whenever I look back into the past, and the days I spent with my father, I would be touched by my father’s deep love, the true love from his deep heart, which denote clearly from his dedication toward me, especially the unforgettable tears.

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in my growth and my world. ???

I remember when my son was only 4 years old, one day when he cried for some toy, I cried. He was frightened to see my tears and he told me he would not ask for that toy again. Of course I was not really sad, I just tried to tell him adults would also shed tears if they were unhappy.