Father's Love
In my early childhood, I was frequently surprised when I saw my father struggling for small expenses, which I often used to demand from him. Being a child I was unable to understand his nature as to why he sometimes used to refuse for making some expenses, however small it may be. I could understand the secret when I manage my resources by myself in abroad.
I remember I was in the second grade of primary school, In the early morning breakfast, my father bought a bowl of mutton soup. He didn't eat it and gave it to my old sister and me. At that time, I didn't know what’s the diffcult of his life . I naughtily asked him for the second time. It's sad to think about it now. I don't know how many times I hurt my father's heart.
When I was sensible, I knew my father was not easy. He is a teacher with a low salary. In addition to maintaining our family's life, he needs to buy medicine for my mother. He has no savings for many years. But he still tried to live and never put me under pressure. In his eyes, I’m the whole of his life.
But one thing always surprised me. Whenever I asked to buy a book or magazine, he never refused. He used to provide any assistance as far as our career was concerned. He encouraged me to take part in the school of organization. He provided much needed support for me to prepare for competitive examinations. He always managed money for my studies.
When I returned home, one fine morning I heard my father talking with one neighbor. He was telling him very proudly that I have started my career at a salary which is higher than his salary at the end of his career and this was a proud moment for him. A dream coming true that his sons should become better than himself as far as success in career and earnings is concerned. I could now understand the meaning of my father’s aspirations. I could understand that whatever decisions my father was taking in past .I could see very clearly the ultimate goal in his mind towards which he thrived for whole of his life and he succeeded.
My father carried a leather wallet for many years. Whenever I got stressed, he would take it away and never tell me to read it. About a year before he died, he gave me the card to keep. He said he didn’t need it any more. I got the bank card from him. He left all for support me to set up family. I really do not know how to say about my father. Just mean that I love him. He loves me naturally and keeps worrying about me even when I get marry how to decrease my pressure from my family in the future.
What a father he is! I heartily salute his feelings with thanks & humbleness. If today, I am successful in life, this is due to the foresighted goal setting of my father. He never spoke to us on this topic. Probably he was not an authority on the same, but he had the greatness to communicate by example.
Dear father, this is the ninth year since you left me. Please rest in peace! I will make my life excellent wherever I’m in. With heartily thanks to you, I wish you happy in the heaven for ever.
