memories

班级：英本一班 学号：014001091031 姓名：陈改英

If it came to a choice that I would see my father earlier before his leaving away, I think that I would not be so deep in sorrow with the following years.

I am a daughter of my father, a girl who was born and brought up by my father. Maybe like most others, my father, who was unfamiliar with laughter, seldom to bear any facial expressions. Both of us failed to talk more with each other when there was time.

What impressed me most was his eyes. I did not know how seriously he was ill, I did not know what the damn cancer of the liver means, I just knew that he was uncomfortable, he was taking medicine , he was taking injections，he can’t walk and eat , he must stay in bed ,he suffered a lot from his stomach. I knew he was hurting, I knew he was struggling with the illness. But for me, I can do nothing, I felt sad but helpless.

I took some days off from school staying at home looking after my father. Each time he made a silent cry against the evil, my heart hurt and made me want to cry. Several days later, my father said he was much better, and made me back to school. Not as usual, he just looked at me without saying a word. I… I did’t know what to say either. I hoped that he will recover soon . However the uncontrolled tears accompanied me along the whole way. I was then in senior high school,

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grade 2.

It was a chilling November day, my teacher asked me out and told me that I need go home.He said that I had already grown up, I must strong enough to prepare to undertake something. I knew what he mean, I did always know it. But, never had I anticipated that it was so fast, I could’t help asking why? …?

When I got home, my father could never see me again. he was calm then, he was not hurting then, he was sleeping then, just like a baby. I did’t cry then, I did’t know why. All I can remembered was his eyes when the last time he saw me off to school, I can even feel that his soul walking away from us, which I can only see him but can’t stop him .

Up to now, it is hard for me to accept the reality of losing my father, I miss him, very much. Memories in my mind just like my father is staying with me: comfort me when I am not happy, encourage me when I am not confidence, teach me what to do when I am puzzled. I know my father was there with his eyes, looking at me; I know my father was there who want to see me to live a life happily; I know it, always.

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