Father’s Day
I’d been in tense with my father for almost my entire life. I couldn’t bear him talking to me whatever it’s about, and that kind of situation lasted until last few months.
It was last winter vacation when I went back home, all in a sudden, I found him thinner and weaker than ever. He was not as irritable as before. He invited me to sit besides him gently with smile on his face. The first time ever in my life I felt I was respected by him instead of commanded by him as a subordinate.
He did cooking and cleaning this time and asked me to have rest. He talked to me after meals concerning about my plan for future. He cares for me. From the wrinkles on his face, relaxed muscles and deficient voice, I realized he is old. Yes, he is no longer the bad-tempered man I was always dread of. He has no longer the vigor to shout at me.
Suddenly, sorrow stroke me in floods. Dad, I wanna say, I love you. Happy Father’s Day.
