When I was a little girl, every time my dad was repairing something, he would ask me to hold the hammer. And so we would have a time for a conversation.
I grew up and left home for college and since then, my dad had been calling me every Sunday morning. And when several years later I bought a house, my dad went to paint it by himself for three days in the summer heat.
Four years ago, my dad was visiting me. He spent hours putting together a swing set (秋千) for my daughter. He asked to bring him a cup of tea and have a talk with him.
One Sunday morning we had a telephone talk as usual. I was in a hurry, so our conversation was short.
After his death I learned much more about him, and even more about myself. All he ever asked me was my time.
A.A few hours later that day came a call. |
B.But I had to prepare for a trip that weekend. |
C.I never saw my dad drinking or taking a night out. |
D.And now his time has all my attention every single day. |
E.All he asked was to hold his paint brush and talk to him. |
F.Now it was he who did not have time for a conversation with me. |
G.I noticed that my dad had forgotten some things that we discussed lately. |