but to my father, how did he feel when he lost his beloved? maybe then i was really to youny to observe .i only knew he was very very sad .i heard that when my mother was in hospital ,he laid down on his knees to ask help from the doctors,and when the doctor shaked his head ,he nearly wanted to die with her!someone said that " though they quarrelled a lot , but they really loves each other". before those days ,i only get closed to my mother , and once they quarrelled or fighted , she would hated him , however , to stand with here, i hated him day by day , sometimes i even felt himjust like the devil in my life . i`ve never thought he would be in such a sorrowness. 
    my aunts would come and see me every month . they taught me that i should do whatever my father want me to , till i`ve been a man ,could get away from him . i knew what they meant.i often got on uneasy with them ,and i hated them to keep an should eye on my father .to me they really had a pity on or felt some responsibilities. but i hated pity most !
    nothing can be believed from the other`s mouths.i made the conclusion in the past time . many a person was fond of discussing the others . they got happinesses from the department of other families.i think they are all the mut , fool monkeys !nothing can be more stupid!!!i understood him with the increasing of my age.
    i changed my opinion to him during that very hot summer .he was working in a eletrical line factory. during those unusual hot days ,he worked 10-15 hours a day for an extra income. but he fell ill seriously after that , despite of the ill he insisted on working yet. at last he illed to bed , taking a medicine care. i could think about the heavy burden on his shoulders,and i certainly got shocked by his complete change frome a devil to a dear hardworking father!