The Memorable Love
"Cold, serious, strict", maybe these are the words that firstly flash past my brain to describe my father. He would roar to me, or even beat me when I didn't behave myself or slackened in my studies. The moment I was admitted to the best high school with the highest mark in our town, he just told me seriously, "Never be too proud, you still have a long way to go."
To me, my father is terrible, totally. And sometimes I even doubt that if I am really his daughter. However, one thing that happened last summer completely changed my mind.
It was a sultry afternoon. I went to swim as usual, alone, because my request to be driven there had been turned down by my father, even though it was very far from home. "It's unfair!" I thought as I swam. After swimming for a couple of rounds, I got out of the pool for a rest without noticing that the black clouds had already occupied the whole sky outside the building. I sat down for a drink. Just about to take up my cup, I stopped with a jerk at a clap of thunder. I ran out to see what happened. The stuff began to clear people out of the swimming poor to protect them from electric shock. And the rain began to pour down as if the sky were broken. We got stuck in the building. I had neither cellphone nor money and it was a dream for my father to drive half an hour to pick me up. "What lousy luck!" I told myself, "Probably I have to wait here for another three hours."
However, just half an hour later, my dream came true. A familiar figure came into my sight. Yes, that's my father, in the hard rain, rushing to the building. I was on the verge of tears. Hearing father called me, I ran up and gave him a hug. Sitting in the car, father didn't say anything, still cold, serious as usual. But for the first time I believed so firmly that I had the blood of his blood. Something that brought us so closely was called love, no matter how we expressed it.
This very event leaves me an unforgettable memory, because the...