My Father - 2

Fathers' day is coming. I really want to write something about my dad. It's been more than 10 years since he was gone. In my mind I've never seen his being sick and he was always strong , powerful and charming, always outgoing and full of sense of humor. Most of time he liked a typical father at his generation, worked hard and spent no time with children, but for me he was so kind and a caring father. There were lots of time we had fun together. One thing always made my heart soft and warm when I thought about that. My dad had big beard. When I was little , especially in the winter, every night when he came back home after finished his work , it was already late - I was in the bed, he liked to put his cold face inside my blanket and tickled me and sometime woke me up. Sometime I felt his beard so sharp and felt hurt. For the first several months after I lost him, I always had the same dream that he came back home and put his cold face inside my blanket and let me feel his big beard and woke me up...all those dreams were so real and made me crying hard every time I woke up. I knew I was missing him so much and missing that feeling. When I told this story to Thomas , it really made him wonder what my dad looked like - Thomas told me he liked my dad's story.