yesterday was father＇s day. i had planned to give my father a present. but i didn＇t remember it until in the morning.it was too late to post a card to him. so i decided to buy something. when i was in the department store. i found it was not easy for me to choose something right for him. suddenly i got an idea. i ran home and opened my computer. i made a beautiful card and mailed him through the internet. then i began to make supper. when father came home, he was very glad to find a big meal on the table. then i asked him to check his e-mail. he was amazed to find a beautiful card in his e-mail-box.
I am a girl of ten, and I live in a small mountain village far from Taiyuan. The only person that lives with me is my mother, because my father is away for eight years, working in a city.
During the Spring Festival, my father came back home. He looked thin and tired. He gave my mother two thousand yuan, and told her that he would work even harder, earn more money, and then he could take us to the city He stayed at home for only ten days.We are living a poor life now. But what I want most is not money, but my father. I miss him very much!
yesterday was fathers day。 i had planned to give my father a present。 but i didnt remember it until in the morning。it was too late to post a card to him。 so i decided to buy something。 when i was in the department store。 i found it was not easy for me to choose something right for him。
suddenly i got an idea。 i ran home and opened my computer。 i made a beautiful card and mailed him through the internet。 then i began to make supper。 when father came home， he was very glad to find a big meal on the table。 then i asked him to check his e-mail。 he was amazed to find a beautiful card in his e-mail-box。
what a wonderful surprise!
I think my father is a kind man,he love help people,and always forget to do something for himself.He has a good sence of humor,yes,I like that.That always make us happy.
I think he is a friend of mine.Because he always talk with me.I often feel I am not his daughter but his friend.
I think that my father is a good father and also a good worker.He works very hard.So he can’t play with me or my mum for long time.He think work will make him happy because work has many funny.So he always teaches me:don’t think work is a hard thing.
My father has many hobby.For example,he like reading,and he also like play computer game.He use his hobby to realx.He can feel very happy if he work,and also play.
He is a good man,isn’the?
Yesterday was Father＇s Day. I had planned to give my father a present. But I didn＇t remember it until in the was too late to post a card to him. So I decided to buy something. When I was in the department store. I found it was not easy for me to choose something right for him.
Suddenly I got an idea. I ran home and opened my computer. I made a beautiful card and mailed him through the Internet. then I began to make supper. When father came home， he was very glad to find a big meal on the table. then I asked him to check his e-mail. He was amazed to find a beautiful card in his e-mail-box.
What a wonderful surprise！
When I was five， my biological father committed suicide. It left me feeling as though I‘d done something wrong； that if I had been better somehow， maybe he‘d have stayed around. My mother remarried shortly thereafter， and this man was my dad until I was nineteen. I called him Dad and used his name all through school. But， when he and my mother divorced， he just walked away. Once again， I wondered what was wrong with me that I couldn‘t keep a father.
Mother remarried again， and Bob was a wonderful， kind man. I was twenty now and no longer living at home， but I felt a great love and attachment for him. A few years later my mother was diagnosed with cancer and was not given long to live. Shortly before she died， Bob came over to my house alone one day. We talked about a lot of things， and then he told me that he wanted me to know that he‘d always be there for me， even after Mother was gone. Then he asked if he could adopt me.
I could hardly believe my ears. Tears streamed down my face. He wanted me - me！ This man had no obligation to me， but he was reaching out from his heart， and I accepted. During the adoption proceedings， the judge commented on all the undesirable duties of his profession and then with a tear in his eye， thanked us for brightening his day as he pronounced us father and daughter. I was twenty-five， but I was his little girl.