This I Believe

Feeling the love

The airplane had just arrived in the Hong Kong International airport. I was taking my package to the gates and my father was waiting outside. We had not seen each other for a year. Though we talk on the phone every month, I miss my parents.

The weather was cold that day, and I was tired of sitting in the airplane for more than sixteen hours. “The weather has frozen me.” I opened the gate quickly and walking slowly. I saw my father was waving at me. “Here! Here! Here!” my father said. I saw smile on his face. Of course he was happy. His son had safely arrived.

But I take another look at him—his face is full of furrow. I felt sad. Why people have to become old? Why people can’t be young forever? As I became stronger and stronger, my father became older and older. My father had given me everything. I turned to my father again. He took a cell phone out of his pocket and said, “Talk to your mom, she has been waiting back home for a long time.”

“Mom, it is me. I arrive in Hong Kong.”

“Welcome back. I can’t wait to see you. I have made some wonderful dinner for you.”

“Thank you so much, Mum. I love you.”

“I love you.”

Warm. I felt warm, and my heart became warm. I appreciate that I have a good family. They always helped me. They always encourage me to grow when I was in deep depression. They always told me that I was different from others. They always told I was not recognized by others because they have not seen the shining part of me. They always told me one day I will be strong.

I sat in the back of the car and my father was driving to home. I take a look out of the windows. The road, the light, and the building in my city had not changed. And the love from my parents, has not change, and never will.