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Life is short, Break the rules, Forgive quickly, Kiss slowly, Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably, And never regret anything that made you smile.

When daniel was a little daniel

2007-12-12 09:13:54 / 个人分类：life

     You can't imagine how beautiful your mom and dad looked when they were young, my grandma ever said to me, and she told me lots about them.

                      My being don't come easy
     I should have had one more elder sister, but for the sake of family planning policy in the 80s. Unfortunately my “sister” didn't survive from this nightmare. The following year my mom was pregnant with me. Caught twice though mom was, she succeeded to escape, despite our house was destroyed by the authority. It was at a deep night, mom and dad sneaked out and ran so fast on a bicycle, until they got to a remote village that they had never been. There they started their new life, with the help of a local villager couple Xs. They were so kind-hearted and took good care of mom while dad was making a living outside. After months' hard time, mom gave birth to a cute baby, whose name of course not Daniel then.
     My father was a butcher, who smelled like pigs, and had to get up before the daytime. When mom was engaged on the farm, dad had no choice but to work with me on his back or in his arms.

                             Mom's tears
     It was 13 years ago when I first saw the tears from mom's eyes. Afterwards, I know woman can easily get crying, and mom was no more than a woman.
     Dad was working far from home then, leaving only mom taking care of the whole family, strictly speaking, us three naughty “baby”, my elder bother and sister, me.
      We seemed never listen to mom, and did everything against her, running about all around, goofing off all the time, messing up the whole universe.
      “you broke my toy!”
       “no, it's mine!”
       “I am telling mom on you!”
        Mom just stood there and could do nothing.
        But there was one thing mom would never allow us to do, that's never rush out onto the road. There is a road in front of my house on which cars and motorbikes come and go all day. But I never realized how dangerous it could be, time and time again I was breaking her heart.
        Nightfall, commuter's time, being chased by my brother, I rushed out onto the road despite there was a car coming. The car braked all at once and I was almost hit, such a close call.
        Mom saw all, and she must be shocked by this, running towards me, calling my name. All came too suddenly, hardly had I realize what happened when I hear her trembling voice, no, it was weeping voice, I could see the tears though in the nightfall. Mom, please don't, it was all my fault.
       Since then I know woman can cry, for her love to her son, sometimes, to dad.
       The next year, dad quitted his job and opened a grocery in the town. But it was overt he had something with my so called aunt.
        One night, mom came back from the grocery with tears on her face. “Dan, your dad has someone else….” Mom cried out loud, desperately, tears surging out.
        Then, they had a fight, so fierce not tears can tell, following was a long cold war, lasting for months. A man should never make his woman cry, I know.
        Clouds came clear with the first word from dad's lips. Crack, the deadlock was broken.

                                Dad's yelling at me
         I will always remember when I sat on dad's shoulders and felt like on top of the world. I can see further at this height. But, dad, do you know there's some height I could never live up to.
        Your compliment was like candy, but your yelling at me would take back all the candies you gave and brought me to the end of the day. I don't want candy, I just want to see what I want in your eyes. You were always telling what's wrong and right, but things don't go that simple, there should be sth else, like sth I like, sth up to my choice.
        Yelling could never work on me, if it does, it's destroying my life, nothing more.
        After years away from home, I get to know more.
        Dad loves me, as all dads in the world would do to his sons.
        But, you are not a very good dad, either am I a very good son.

        Grandma is gone, mom and dad have been older than I thought they were, my elder bother has a lovely daughter, my sister is getting married next year, or sooner. And I found I am no more a child.

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