A Rainy Day
That’s a gloomy morning. Everything seemed came from a black-and-white television receiver. I left home at 6:30 a.m. so that I won’t be late for the first class. When I was at the gate of neighborhood, I felt there was raindrop slide down through my bridge of the nose. It began to spot. In around one minute, God started crying instead of weeping. There were some naughty things that appear to you every day, however, they will disappear when you really need them. My umbrella is an excellent example. Shakespeare have said, “To be, or not to be. That’s a question.” And this kind of question I always meet in my daily life. At that moment, to keep going to school or to return home for an umbrella became a question. To not be late for the first class, my favorite physics, I chose the first one. Just at the time I made up my mind, a familiar male voice came to my ear from behind. “Lily (that’s how my family call me even until now.) Wait…Wait…” I turned back, and a man who with an umbrella running to me. Undoubtedly, he’s my father. “Lily, I am going to send you to school.” He said it with heavy breathes. “Okay…” I accepted it reluctantly but with no choice. My memory of childhood came to my mind again. Everyone is naughty around 5 years old. So am I. I was an energetic girl when I was a child. Maybe I was always full of energy; the chance I made mistakes was more than other girls do. Every time I did something wrong, the person who scold me loudly was always my father. After that, I always complain with tears to my mom. In my family, father stands for strict, Mom is harbor. My father is a man in average height, but he seems short because he is little hunchbacked. His grey hair made him look like in fifties; however he was just pass 40 that year. My father was like an old man seen from a distance. He is a man with little word even little smile. He suffered a sad childhood. My father lost his father (my grandfather) in his 10 years old. My grandmother raised...
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