Childhood Memories of My Father

786 WordsJul 7, 20184 Pages
As I prayed in the dimly lit church, the swirling smoke arising from incense took my mind back to my childhood years. The golden rays from the sun during the sunset hour did not seem as resplendent, bright, and cheerful as they usually were. The warm late afternoon air got cooler with the soft winds. The cool tropical breezes always brought healing and yielded a new desire to live despite all the problems. Sundown was on its way and summoning many birds to their lovely nests. At the corner our backyard, my father was making a multi-colored paper and bamboo kite for me. He said, "Stay here and watch me make your kite fly high." One upright hand held the kite over his shoulder. The other hand was close to his abdomen and clutched the ball…show more content…
When I was down, he was sad; wh en I was up, he was happy for me. I will never forget the days I was sick. My persistent coughing made my father wake up in the middle of the night to check on me. He was worried and felt for my temperature on my forehead whenever I coughed or took a deep sigh. Whenever he felt my head wa s sweaty and feverish, he would immediately flip lights on and tiptoe to grab a thermometer. He gently asked me to open my mouth, so he could measure my temperature. While waiting for the thermometer to register, my father used a towel to wipe off my swea t with worry. Then "Beep...beep..." my temperature read 104 degrees. "I must take you to the hospital now," he said. He hardly slept a wink during my illness. His eyes grew wide open and glistened with happiness when I got better. Coming home after a few days in the hospital, I was surprised to find my father welcomed me home with fragrant and dazzling violet carnation decorating my room.. This flower and its color are symbols for love and faithfulness. That was our favorite flower. I especially liked it for its smell, but my father liked its color. I didn't understand why he was so obsessed with such a melancholy color. When I was a little girl, he taught me how to draw. One day, I drew a violet carnation and showed it to him. He praised me, "It is very nice. You did a good job." He made me feel like I was a fine artist. I was happy and gave him a hug. He always encouraged me and
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