I had never realized the deep love from my father until one rainy day
in my senior school. My father is the kind of
person who is not good at
expressing his emotion to us children. As a result, I did not
understand my father.
My mother had promised to see me on Sunday. However, with rain pouring,
my father came instead. Unluckily, I forgot our appointment. My father
without doubt had to wait for me in the heavy rain. Finally, he became
so worried about me that he asked my schoolmate to call me. As I ran to
him, I had thought what was waiting for me would be inevitably his
blame. To my surprise, I found him relieved at the sight of me. With
gentle looks, he handed me the necessities I needed and softly enjoined
me to take care of myself. I felt so warm in my
heart that tears
unexpectedly ran down. My father murmured a few more words and began to
go back. Making his way to the bus stop in his wet clothes, he left me
a figure full of special meaning.
It was from that day that I began to look at my father from a new
perspective. Absolutely different from mum’ love, his had been hidden
deep in his heart. As I got to understand him, I was happy it wasn’t
too late.