He was My Father When I was small, he would sometimes pick up people who were hailing cabs along the way. He wasn't supposed to not with me in the vehicle. But i was six or seven and was barely noticed I could never under stand why the passengers treated him with such patronizing disregard. He was"cabbie and driver and you No, he wasnt; he was my dad He always looked so strong, so able to protect me,so powerful. Powerful enough to cry when he felt the need. He wept when my grandmother died. Confusing. He came into my room, saw the fear and apprehension on my face, and recited a short prayer with me for my grandma and his mother. He kissed me, held my hand and then drove me to school before putting his 12 hours in. He was my father
When I was small, he would sometimes pick up people who were hailing cabs along the way. He wasn’t supposed to, not with me in the vehicle. But I was six or seven and was barely noticed. I could never under stand why the passengers treated him with such patronizing disregard. He was “cabbie’ and “driver” and “you!” No, he wasn’t; he was my dad. He always looked so strong, so able to protect me, so powerful. Powerful enough to cry when he felt the need. He wept when my grandmother died. Confusing. He came into my room, saw the fear and apprehension on my face, and recited a short prayer with me for my grandma and his mother. He kissed me, held my hand and then drove me to school before putting his 12 hours in. He was my father. He Was My Father
He was my Father I remember his euphoria when I went to university, the first in his family to do so. Of course he was gauche when I graduated, took too many photographs, and didnt understand the latin that was spoken before the ceremonial meal so what? all that concerned this working man in a suit was that his son would not follow in his footsteps. Do you know why I work such long hours?” hed ask me.“ So that you wont have to.” He couldn 't afford to go on holidays with us like other dads. There just wasn't the money. He'd stay on his own, work even longer hours, and live on sandwiches and tea. We' d ring him from a cold beach hotel and tell him how much we missed him But he knew that He was my father
He Was My Father I remember his euphoria when I went to university, the first in his family to do so. Of course he was gauche when I graduated, took too many photographs, and didn’t understand the Latin that was spoken before the ceremonial meal. So what? All that concerned this working man in a suit was that his son would not follow in his footsteps. “ Do you know why I work such long hours?” he’d ask me. “ So that you won’t have to.” He couldn’t afford to go on holidays with us like other dads. There just wasn’t the money. He’d stay on his own, work even longer hours, and live on sandwiches and tea. We’d ring him from a cold beach hotel and tell him how much we missed him. But he knew that. He was my father
He was My Father And when my first child was born, this extraordinary ordinary man said very little. Just stared at the baby and then at me. He spoke through his eyes, and understood. Son, he was telling me, let him be able to say just one thing when he grows up: he was my father
And when my first child was born, this extraordinary ordinary man said very little. Just stared at the baby and then at me. He spoke through his eyes, and I understood. Son, he was telling me, let him be able to say just one thing when he grows up: he was my father. He Was My Father
scrub: to rub something hard, especially with a stiff brush in order to clean it e.g 1. She was on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor 她跪在地上擦地板。 2. Don't forget to scrub behind your ears 不要忘了把你耳朵后面洗干净
e.g. 1. She was on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor. 她跪在地上擦地板。 2. Don't forget to scrub behind your ears. 不要忘了把你耳朵后面洗干净 scrub: to rub something hard, especially with a stiff brush, in order to clean it