Father
Every one of u ha hi father. When I wa ten month old,my father left my mother and me to go omewhere to earn a living. I have not een him ince then. But I know that later he died of an illne. I get to know him only through my mother. Whenever I ee other boy walking hand in hand with their father, I envy them. They are o fortunate to have a father. Why can‘t I? I don‘t have a father to take care of me,to go to movie with me,to buy me ice-cream,to take me to the zoo. How I wih my father were alive! Though my mother love me very much and give me everything I need,I till feel that I lack omething. Perhap it i the love of a father.
Sometime I imagine that my father i with me and play with me. But I never tell my mother about thi, for fear that it might make her ad.
Father, do you know how I nfi you? Can you meet me in my dream and talk to me? I love you, Father.