Truthfully, talking about this topic upsets me a good bit.One of the greatest sadness in my life is that cancer deprived my father of his life just as we were beginning to do well in business seven years ago. The tree would like to be quiet but the wind is blowing while children would like to support but parents can't wait.. Fathers' Day falls on June.18th this year, and yet I can't show my respect for him, feeling a twinge of guilt. It remains a pity for me eternally.
Sitting here in my room, I manage to recall the memories of the past that we spent together. However, there're a few memories left concerning about him.
My father had to went out far away in order to earn money in my childhood, as a result of which, I seldom saw my father . Occasionally he would visit us during the Spring Festival or the Mid-autumn Festival. The longest time when he hadn't been home lasted for two years, without getting in touch with my mother. My mother was desperately worried about him, searching for him by all means, but in vain. One day, my father came home, but I couldn't recognize him. Moreover, I was scared to see him, screaming loudly and moving backwards when he approached me. Hearing my voice, my mother came at once.She couldn't believe her eyes！My father had come back!!!! My mother was moved into tears, touched my head and told me that he was my father.
“What on earth are you doing these years? Why don't you contact with me? ”my mother scolded.
“I...I...I am sorry. ”my father replied,“I made a fortune at that time , and intended to build new house for our family. But something unexpected may happen any time.I was badly hurt in a fire accident caused by the gas explosion. It took me nearly a year to recover. I missed you deeply. After recovery, I made my way home immediately .…… ”He sobbed out the story.
Hearing the story, my mother was strongly shocked,with her mouth slightly open. She lowered her voice:" You must suffered a lot. You should tell me the truth. How dare you !"
"I don't long to make you worried."he said.
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This is the first dialogue concerning about my father that I can think of right now.
After my father came back, he stayed at home taking care of us. To support the family,he did the business selling all kinds of things, including the sweet potatoes, watermelon, tomatoes, cucumber ,etc. My sister, brothers and I could eat those things to our hearts' content. At that time, he worked before the sun rised; he came back when it was getting dark. One thing we insisted on doing was that we would wait for him eating supper together , no matter how late it was. Therefore, it was at that instance that we could meet the whole day .He was so tired after work that he didn't want to talk much. We just ate silently during the meal. Sometimes he would ask my performance at school. Sometimes he would ask whether I was recovered from illness if I got sick. That was all.
When I became a middle school student, my father had to struggled hard to make more money to pay for the school fees. My two younger brothers as well as my younger sister all went to school. The Nine Year Compulsory Education system hadn't been implemented in China. Four children's going to school further increased the economic burden. My father had to change his occupation, from businessman to driver. He worked earlier than before, and went home so late. One day ,when the hurricane arrived, he was out as usual. My mother suggested him staying at home, but my father didn't follow her advice. He said angrily,"If I have a rest , what can we do with the children's school fees?!" That day, I saw him driving his motorcycle，farther and farther from me, with the shadow of his back left. What impressed me most was that his motorcycle was trembling with the strong winds blowing furiously. It was the first time that I initiated to worried about him from the bottom of my heart.
Several years had passed. I turned into a university student, my two brothers became high school students, so we needed more money to accomplish the study. My sister dropped out of school to help the family. During that time , my father did a great "deed", which I would never forget for the rest of my life. In order to save money, he succeeded in quitting smoking. He was a heavy smoker as he had smoked for more than 25 years with at least three packets of cigarettes each day. I knew it was a rather tough work for him, but he did succeed ! At first, he made up his mind; Secondly, thinking of my mother's encouragement, he would rather eat the chewing gums instead of the cigarettes. It was particularly beneficial to his health, I reckoned.
When I was a sophomore, he passed away. He went to somewhere where there was no illness . That summer , the days was longer than ever before. I drowned my sadness in the books. The last time I saw my father, he told me to study hard and to be a teacher. I did as he expected. My father devoted all his life to rearing his four children, and yet we gave him nothing in return. His leaving made my family even worse off. With everyone's effort, it has become better and better. In 2014, we owned our house in the county. However, he couldn't see it. What a shame!
From my father, I begin to realize the significance of family. I should cherish what I have right now, just as the classic lines in the Kong Fu Panda say," Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. But today is a gift."