I used to be very close to my father when I was a child. He gave me everything I wanted. Whenever I fought against others, I would turn to my 26 for comfort. He was everything to me.
Time flies like a bird. As I got 27 , I became silent and found it hard to start a conversation with my father. He had done so much for me but I 28 take it for granted.
Last time our school gave us two days off, and daddy gave me a ride home on the motorbike. I was tired and 29 on his back. Later my mother said he was very happy 30 it had been a long time since we got close last. Suddenly I felt shamed. I realized that I had not cared about 31 a lot during the last few years.
The next day I stayed in bed and when daddy tried to wake me up to have 32 , I pretended that I couldn't 33 him. At last he brought a bowl of noodles to my bed, and said, "Come on, dear, have your breakfast and then continue your dream." I got so 34 with him for breaking my sleep that I shouted, "Leave me alone."
As I said this, I sat up quickly, and the bowl of 35 broke on the floor. Hearing the noise, mum came in and shouted at me, "Why do you think your father is? 36 else treats you as well as he does?"
