I looked at my father and he looked at me.. I burst out in anger, "Why can't I do it?" Red with rage, he slapped me hard.. I touched my burning cheek, staring hard at him, whose face was
Trang 1I looked at my father and he looked at me "Why did you do it?" he
asked I burst out in anger, "Why can't I do it?" Red with rage, he slapped
me hard I touched my burning cheek, staring hard at him, whose face was turned away from mine Then I noticed my mother sobbing beside him I softened as my feelings overpowered me I had never been slapped before My parents had never tried to understand me and
neglected me, like I was a child they had never wanted They paid
attention to me only when I asked for something and I got almost
everything, except their love They were always busy with work and I often reasoned with myself that they were doing this for a good life for
me It was hard to believe that I let out a sob of frustration, tears of sadness running down my cheeks Being the richest among my friends, I showered them with gifts, a small price to pay for their constant
companionship However, they were troublemakers who tried to involve
me with their misdeeds I always managed to escape, being the innocent one, until now They had convinced me to take my first cigarette and policemen nearby caught us I could not escape because of the
cigarette's strong smell It was a small offence to my friends, a big one to
my parents and an eye opener for me My father was raged, my mother was crying, and I saw that they actually cared about my doings They were concerned for me after all With a hint of tears in his eyes, my father turned to my weeping figure and asked once again, in a warm voice,
"Why did you do it?" As I began to reveal my feelings, my mother hugged
me and healed where it hurt the most I guess I did it to get their
assurance of love for me