One evening, my brother, John, a 2-year-old boy, felt very nervous when my father walked in. He knew he did something wrong. He opened father's new book and draw all over the first page with a pencil.
But to our surprise, my father didn't punish John. He picked up the book and looked at it for a while. Without saying a word, he sat down and wrote something carefully beside John's drawings. It said that John's work. April 2nd, 1959. Then be walked to John and said with a smile, "Good guy. What a great thing you did! Now my book is priceless. Thanks for your drawings in my book."
The years and the books came and went. From time to time, we opened the book, looked at the drawings, and read father's words again and again.
Now I know what my father taught us deeply. Firstly, how trouble the event is in life. Gradually, it'll become better in the end. When we look at it from mother side, we'll realize how unforgettable it is. My father also taught us about what really matters in life. People not objects; tolerance (容忍), not judgment; love not anger.
When I think about them, I will smile and whisper, "Thank you, Dad."
