I remember my first day to go to a new school in the 2nd grade. My dad accompanied me to the bus stop. As we waited for the bus, I just held his hand 1, but it still couldn't remove my clear sense of fear and anxiety. The moment finally arrived at which I had to2this new environment at a school where I had no friends, no 3teachers or classmates. It seemed everything would be full of 4.
The school bus pulled up. I turned around and 5to my father. As I boarded the bus, my 6continued to grow and I turned around once again to make a farewell gesture to my dad. When the bus pulled away, I couldn't help 7.
Being lonely, I was very 8in the classroom. I glanced out of the window and I really expected to see his kind figure. To my 9, there he was! He stood there, making the shape of a heart to 10me and mouthing to me, "Everything will be okay." It was 11to me that my father had seen me crying so he 12the school bus. He wanted to make sure that I would get and stay there 13and that my first day wouldn't worry him.
With his 14, I'm now studying in Princeton University. Today is Father's Day, and I want to say that love is not about changing each other but 15each other.