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The Most Regretful Thing
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I signed an envelop this morning, it's sent out by father -the secondary-generation ID card- last week. It occured to me an impulse of touching, somehow, hard to explain where it came from. I just felt a tingling and tears was about to flow out.
On the front side of envolop, I had a glance at the handwriting of address. It was written by father. I suddenly found that I've never paid attention to how's father's writing. Is the sytle same as those elders?
The memory of past began to rush into my mind. When I was a child studying in middle school, I was a docile child, that's maybe the only my parents were proud of, I think. I didn't like to step out home and play with the same peer mates- I did have my own friends, but we were in different villiages-whom don't have common interests. I used to be good, and my parents always were relieved what I did and made every effort to support me.
Up till now, I've been thinking that maybe the most heart-broken thing my father had to me. I had to get up early and go to school for training course which was specially opened -the training course were paid-for Grade Three students Sundays. One day at that time, seemed I would be late for class beacuse of something, my father decided to drive me up to school. I was a little worried, I did had a need of father's help, but I would be embarrassed if my classmates saw my father with me. That's weird feeling just existed in my heart, I had no idea why. So, I made a decision and asked father to stop at a certain place and excused that I could walk along the path to go to school.
I didn't think it's a big deal for my father, on the contrary, it would be a huge thing for me if he did appreared in front of my classmates at that time. Obviously, I had never felt guilty until I grew up and realized how hard it would be for my father gradually.
Having a look at the envolop once again, I picked up the ID card and kept the envolop in my drawer.
