important

I called my childhood friend and classmate, A, only to find that he didn't seem to remember me because he couldn't remember me when I asked him to guess who I was. I suddenly hung up the phone, I, I really do not know whether he still remember us those "ups and downs" days, together with the hum "brothers" years, happy appearance......

Misfortunes never come alone. When the mood is bad again by the old father when having a meal crazy K: "all so big, return so picky food......" That's what dad was like -- he would nag me about the slightest thing and lash out at me without caring how I felt. Too grievance, tears straight down... Maybe you will think I am too fragile, that is you do not know: for me, my relatives and friends are all of me, their words and actions all affect my progress.

Once, I locked myself in the room that only belonged to me. Quiet, strangely quiet. Now and then the birds chirped irritably in the air. Through the window, clearly see the children playing together that happy appearance: by parents with the child's face showed a bright smile. But I am less and less happy.

I wondered, "Does he still matter as someone who's been forgotten by his friends and his dad's irresponsible K?"

I raised my head to ask the day, the day just looked at me, I looked down to ask the ground, the ground also speechless, also just looked at me. I have to ask myself: "Are you important?"

A voice told me, "You're important, but you're not paying attention!" It's my soul.

"Is it? I can't help but believe I got up. I don't believe it. I really don't. In order to prove my sixth sense, I am searching hard for important evidence.

But instead... Later, I met some of my childhood friends. They said I had changed -- taller, more handsome, and with a different voice... I noticed that they had changed, too.

Get "A" again. It's him. To be honest, I didn't recognize his voice either -- it was a different tone. I'm starting to forgive him. I'm starting to feel like I was wrong. He asked me to come to his house for a PARTY this weekend. At the weekend, I was held up by other things for quite some time: it was so late that they should have all gone.

When I got home from school on Monday, I received A's phone message: "Shin, why didn't you come to our PARTY yesterday? You know, you were all that was missing yesterday. Don't you know 'not one less'? I kept trying to call you yesterday, but I couldn't get through! And we waited and waited, and waited, and waited, and..."

Tears, flowing out, tears of gratitude.

I dialled the familiar number.

"Feed! Hello, THIS is A. Please speak!"

"I'm sorry... I didn't tell him that I had been delayed or that my home phone was out of order because it wasn't necessary.

Later, we walked down the road together...

Now I know my place among them, including dad.

When I first came to the present school, I received a letter from my father: "There were a lot of things I didn't want to do before, such as criticizing you for a trifle..." I think what he said is also right, he did all for my future, I should and unconditional understanding of his mood. I am in his heart, always is a not sensible little boy, they will love me forever.

This reminds me of something, something I can't forget. When I was in junior high school, my family lived in a remote mountainous area. It was miles of rugged mountain road, mostly uphill, from my home to the station. In July and August, the sun pierces our nerves madly, killing us.

On the road, two people -- me and dad. Dad's shoulder carrying a big bag of things, conservative statistics, there are twenty, thirty pounds. Sweat had already soaked through our clothes. We rest and walk, see dad that difficult appearance, I feel a trace of guilt: "Dad, let me come to a shoulder!" "One more walk, you do it." He kept saying this until the station arrived. Dad said: "in terms of study, I can't do much for you, you have to make more efforts to know?" I nodded and got in the car. The car went away, and his figure grew smaller and smaller until it disappeared...

Think of these too ordinary things, I can not help but shed tears... Suddenly looking back, the setting sun is smiling at me. I knew it was going on: I was important, important!