Father＇s Love
It was raining and I was dragging myself back from school. Father had not got back home yet and I thought he must have forgotten it was my 18th birthday today. If my mother had not died yearsago she would have prepared lots Of good dishes for my supper, but now I had to cook a very simple meal, waiting for my father＇s return.
Hours passed. Still my father did not appear. This made me very sad. I couldn＇t help saying to myself, "Mum, Mum ..." with tears in my eyes. I felt cold and lonely, listening to the wind blowing outside and the drops of rain tapping on the windowpane.
It was about eight o＇clock when suddenly
