It's hard to be an astronaut's son. Everyone expects you to be1. I'm jut a normal eleven-year- old kid. My father is so god at everything. I often wonder2my father ever had a son like me.
One morning, my teacher announced a3Day essay(散文)competition for the whole school. What would I4? My father is an astronaut I would start out with that No. I decided I wouldn't do that. The whole country and maybe even the whole5saw my father as an astronaut,6that wasn't the way I saw him.
How did I7my father? Hmm.
I saw him sitting with me in the dark when I was little and had a nightmare. I saw him teaching me how to throw a baseball.
I remembered him hugging me for hours when my dog was killed by a car. And I remembered how he8me with a new little dog at my eighth birthday party. These were the things I was going to write about my dad. To me, he wasn't 9a world-famous astronaut, he was my dad.
On Thursday night, the winning essays would be10in the hall with all the parents and students present. When the third prize was announced and it wasn't me, I was relieved and11 at the same time. Then the second prize. It was me! I went up to the stage and read my essay "My Father's Son." I watched my parents as I read.
When I finished reading, the audience(观众)applauded(鼓掌). I saw my father blowing his nose. Tears were running down my mother's 12. Dad 13 his throat, and put his hand on my shoulder, "Son, this is the proudest moment of my life."
It was the proudest moment of my life, too. Maybe I'll14be agreat hero or win a Nobel Prize, but just then, it was15just to be my father's son.
