It'll be Father's Day when the night gives way to the dawn.

      I read on the Internet several days ago as one of my old classmates put it :" Thank you my dad, I love you! Happy Father's Day!" At that moment, I just became speechless, and a bit down. I've never said anything like this in my life, neither have my parents to me. Love seems to be the hardest word for us to say.

      When I was young, I lived in my parents' caring and loving. Everything they did for me was regarded natural and taken for granted. And, if they did anything that wasn't to my delight, I would critize them rudely. Even sometimes when I did feel their loving and were touched, I wouldn't say any good word, as if that would make a degradation of me.

      Then I'm a grown-up now. After more self-reflection, I've become more mature. Yet it's sitll almost impossible for me to say that kind of things. I know that my parents are getting old day by day and they need my comforts to ease their life. I tried to make a better person out of me. I'd send them a "Happy Birthday" text on their birthdays. I'd send give them a call now and then. And this year I even gave my mother a call on Mother's Day. But still I didn't say anything relevant to the topic. On one hand, I feel odd to make a change, I just can't say it. On the other hand, I know that they're clear about my intention to call, then it became unnecessay to let it be heard.

      This afternoon, right when I'm having dinner, one of my roommates asks if tomorrow's gonna be Father's Day, and another replis her with a happy yes. Also, she says joyfully that she would send her father a wishing text in the very early morning. Then I become down again. Some mixed feeling swells in my heart. I envy her so much for she's got such a lovely family; I respect her so much for she's so brave to express her feelings; I despise myself so much for I'm a coward.

      Well yes sometimes my parents fail to do things that I like, but they meant well. They love me, but sometimes just don't show it in an adequate way. I still remember a recording notebook someday I read in my parents' room accidentally. It says the correct time, weight, height of my birth; it says my appearance when I was months old; it says the very first day that I can crawl, can walk, etc. I was rather touched then. But, looking back, what have I done to them? Did I do anything that could make them happy or even proud of me? No is the answer.

      Right now I feel an impulse to cry. How much I owe them! I always remember my friends' birthday, but I have to take the advantage of cellphone to remind me of my parents'. Half a month ago I lost my cellphone and I missed my father's birthday. What a sharp irony! Who're the ones I should really care about?！

      Sorry my father and my mother, and thank you. Thank you for your generosity, thank you for always loving me, thank you for never giving me up. You are the greatest of all! Happy Father's Day dad, and you too my mom. I wish you're happy everyday in the rest of your life!