Dad, why are your hands so ugly?
When I was little, sitting in the sun, stretching out my little hand, the breeze delicately stroking it, so comfortable, the little hand is a really tender, so white, so cute
When I was little, sitting in the sun, stretching out my little hand, the breeze delicately stroking it, so comfortable, the little hand is a really tender, so white, so cute. At this time there is another hand, it is so rough, so black, some places even cracked, so ugly and ugly! Whose hand is this? Oh, it turned out to be my father's hand.
I asked my dad curiously, "Dad, why is your hand so ugly?" Dad didn't answer but silently bowed his head as if he was thinking about something. In the mild sunlight, his face showed an expression of regret, and his eyes quietly showed teardrops of repentance. I asked him once again, "Dad, why are your hands so ugly?" He still didn't answer, but just touched my little face with his hand.
The gentle breeze was blowing quietly, and his eyes kept looking at me for some reason as if they were showing expectations. I also don't know why I felt mixed emotions as if there was drum power in my heart. I grew up a bit and once again saw my dad's very ugly hands, and I asked him again, "Dad, why are your hands so ugly?" His gaze still looked remorseful.
But he could finally answer me this time: "Son, let me ask you, do you want your hands to be like Daddy's?" I replied decisively, "No." Dad laughed and seriously said to me, "Then study hard!" "Study," I asked in disbelief, "Why?" He said in a deep voice: "When Dad was small, your grandparents spent a lot of effort to send me to key schools, so that I can study well, and at that time reading was not Dad's wish, Dad only wanted to play, so eventually did not go to school, work at home, my hands are tired of work, and now Dad can only cast an envious eye on those students who have achievements, to their own in the teenage I regret the time I lost as a teenager." My father's words that day were very serious and patient, and I listened very carefully. It was as if he had given me an overwhelming shock as if he had full expectations for me. Since then, I have realized the meaning of the word "reading".
The seed of reading was planted deep into my heart, and I felt ...... an indescribable taste. The reason why a flower is so bright is that it is grass when it is trying to absorb nutrients, and if I want to become accomplished and successful, then I must do a good job of reading when I am a grass.
I don't want to be a second father, I don't want to cast envious glances at my classmates who have achievements, and I don't want to regret the loss of time. Under the sunlight, I want to always make my little hands "so tender", "so white", "so cute" and all of this, to achieve, you have to "Study hard".
I want to have a kitten
Animals have always been good friends of human beings, and many animals have human nature, however, cats are also an animal with human nature.
I especially like kittens, to ask me why I like kittens, would have to start with my second grade. I was playing on the road after school, and I accidentally fell and cried on the ground, when a kitten came toward me, I thought it was going to come over and bite me, so I cried even louder, because I couldn't walk because I hurt my foot, so I just sat in place and cried. I didn't expect the kitten to come over and lick my hand instead of biting me, so I thought he wouldn't bite me, so I petted his head and he meowed at me, so I thought he was so cute and took him home. When my mom saw the kitten, she asked how it came to be, and I said I picked it up on the road. Mom said it could have been lost in someone else's house.
After a few days, there was a cat search on the road, and I had to be good and send the cat back to its owner. I then asked my mom to buy me a kitten, but she said I was too young to take care of it and they didn't have time to do so.
Now that I'm older, I asked my mom to buy me a kitten, and she said if you want it, you have to work hard to get it. I tried to save money by myself and every time I came home from school I would look at the kitten when I passed by the pet store. I wanted a kitten so badly that I dreamed I had a kitten even in my sleep.
This is probably the importance of wanting to have something.
About the Creator
Amparo Hassan
Waiting quietly, hoping it will get better


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