The streetlight of my life

Numerous individuals perceive fathers as mountain. In my eyes, my father is more like a gentle hillside, a small steam and a streetlight. He may not be grand in a traditional sense, but he has indeed enabled me to be hold more beautiful sceneries, added colors to my world, and illuminate the path I’m traveling on and the way back home.
When I was child, my father was forced by the pressure of making a living to leave home and work elsewhere. At that time, I failed to understand his circumstance. Instead, I often envied others who had their fathers by their time. But something changed in that time. I can never forget that day. On that day, I had a huge argument with my classmate, which made the already overwhelming psychology pressure within me burst out all at once. I tried to communicate with my mother, but she didn’t understand me. At that moment, I suddenly felt that there was no meaning in living. I cried and begged my class teacher to approve my request to go home. It was raining heavily that day, my tears also were like a river that had burst its banks and couldn’t be wiped dry no matter what. My world seemed to be covered by a layer of shadow.
As I stepped out of the school gate, the downpour lashed at the world, and my heart filled with despair. I dragged my feet when a familiar figure in distance caught my eyes.
I can’t believe this is my father! The umbrella didn’t seem to work. His standing there in the middle of the heavy rain, completely exposed to this bad weather. His figured seemed skinny, making him look almost frail.
When I walked into him, my tears were out of control. He dried my tears, took my schoolbag and led me to the car. I felt a deep sense of anxiety. I knew my behavior was rebellious in the eyes of parents, and I was terrified that he would be disappointed in me. However, to my surprise, all he asked was,” What would you like to eat?” Then he took me to the dumpling restaurant I loved most when I was child. After we got home, he simply told me to take a shower quickly and didn’t reproach me for my mistake at all.
When I was lying in the bed, a message came from my cell phone. “No matter what, mom and dad will always support you, happy is the most important.” AT that very instant, something within me shifted, a warm current of affection through my heart. All the negative emotions melted away, replaced by a deep sense of gratitude and love. I’m sure they all love me.
I know that my father is a microcosm of thousands of ordinary people. He is not just a port that shelters our family from wind and rain, but also a streetlight that illuminates the light for me in the dim corner.