There are things in our life that might not be easy to forget: a triumphant match, the first kiss from our love, a school reunion, the first time we are wronged by our teacher or parents, a time we have to choose between our consciences and our desires, and so on. For me, those things around me, I will never forget them.
Before I was ten years old, I lived with Dad. Teaching in a school far away from home, Mom came to see us only at the weekend. During the week, Dad assumed all the responsibilities of taking care of me both in my daily life and in my study.
Occasionally, Dad had to be out for work all day, from the early morning to the late night. Then, in the morning, I would be woken up by an alarm clock near the pillow. Opening my eyes reluctantly and looking at the clock, I was sure I could find a slip of paper by it which read:"You had better get up right now before you fall asleep again. Nobody will wake you up a second time." Such a slip made me "alarmed." I would get up immediately because I didn't want to be late for school. Going to the table, I would find another slip lying on it. Reading it, I could see how Dad had made arrangements for my meals, which were always seen to by those kind neighbors. When I sat at the desk, I found the words, “Remember to keep a proper distance between your eyes and your book." Though Dad was away from home, I could hear his voice and feel his care everywhere.
Sometimes it would be me who wrote a lot of slips, especially when I had done something wrong. It was too embarrassing for me to confess my faults to Dad face to face. I also chose the method of writing slips: “Dad, I am sorry to tell you that I have made a mistake. Please forgive me."
In our daily lives, love is playing an important role. Love needs expression, so as to narrow the distance between people. When you cannot say it aloud, please write it.