every one of us has his father. when i was ten months old,my father left my mother and me to go somewhere to earn a living. i have not seen him since then. but i know that later he died of an illness. i get to know him only through my mother. whenever i see other boys walking hand in hand with their fathers, i envy them. they are so fortunate to have a father. why can't i? i don't have a father to take care of me,to go to movies with me,to buy me ice-cream,to take me to the zoo. how i wish my father were alive! though my mother loves me very much and gives me everything i need,i still feel that i lack something. perhaps it is the love of a father.
sometimes i imagine that my father is with me and plays with me. but i never tell my mother about this, for fear that it might make her sad.
father, do you know how i nfiss you? can you meet me in my dreams and talk to me? i love you, father.