Thursday, September 10, 2009
My father.
Today, I occur to flash across one's mind about my fater. So, I'm going to write about him. My father knows me best, because he graduated high school which was my high school. I went my fatehr's almamater.There were many teachers who were my father's friends. So, he could know my school activities and grades. I had to act carefully every single day. It was so stressful for me. He knew everything about me more than my friends. My teacher and my father met once a week, and then they talked about me. Every teachers were an observer for my father. I was afraid of him. However, now I miss my father;s interest. Looking back to that time, I am filled with nostalgic sweetness. Anyways, i got to call him tonight to hear his voice. I love you daddy.
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If you want, I can email him every day with an update of how your are doing! :) Just kidding of course. I can see how it would be difficult to feel that pressure, but how you might appreciate it later in life, when you realize it was just because he cared about you.
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