Dance with my father

Dance with my father

My father is a simple country folk without any eye-catching characteristics, though he is sometimes bad-tempered; he is really a good man at heart. He shows deep concern for others and often helps them out of their difficulties. For this reason, his colleagues and neighbors consider him a man of Lei Feng type.

From the time when I was born, my father has already become the backbone of my family, despite all the physical hardship and mental suffering, he has never give up his responsibility to ensure my mother and I a happy and comfortable life.

My family lived in a rather poor condition when I was in my childhood, lacking of the money even for the basic life expenditure. We didn’t have our own house and had to live with my grandparents in a small and humble bungalow. The house then was so small that there was almost little room for people to walking in and out. Meanwhile, we also shared the cooker and other means of household. We endured pain and joy all together during that period, though bitter dominated most of the time.

“Life is always full of ups and downs, it will lift again once it touches its bottom” that’s what my daddy always told me, in particular when I encounter setbacks in my early life. In fact, that is the reflection of his attitude towards life. I remember every night before going to bed my father would lift me above his head and spin me around until I fell asleep, then he would carry me to the bed and tuck me up gently. Perhaps only at that exact moment, my father could pull himself out of the stressful reality and enjoy the heartwarming family bonds.

Due to the poverty-stricken life, I didn’t have any toys to kill time, but daddy made all this different. He made a hanging bed.

The comfortable bed consisted of two thick ropes and a flat wood that later was planed smooth, and drilled two holes on both ends. Then he tied the ends of ropes to the holes. During the daytime, these two ropes would be tied up so that people could walk freely! While when night came, father would loose the ropes and tie them to the two holes of that flat wood. The length of these ropes was just long enough for me to sit or sleep on the board. So in this way my lovely, removable bed was finally born. For almost several years, it served as my own entertainment place and brought me so much fun.

Today, when I came to our former house, I still could find this wooden bed in a corner. It would always remind me of my father's deep love and caring for me.

Last Sunday, one of my net friends recommended me a song named “Dance with my father”, which starts as follows:

“Back when I was I child, before life removed all the innocence, my father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then spin my around until I fell asleep…….” excerpt from ibuy-sell