In my early childhood, I was often surprised when I saw my father making a small amount of money with difficulty. Being a child, I was 1 to understand him. When I was older, my father started doing a part-time job at home. He used to bring some 2 back and work till late night.
I can't 3 he played with me when I was 3 or 4 years old. He taught me how to read when I was 4 the age of 5. He took care of me all night when I was sick. Whenever I felt down, he would 5 me up. He also 6 my lessons and often helped me get ready for examinations. Later he sent me to New Delhi for the best education. 7 I needed money, he never refused. He 8 managed money for my studies.
Two years ago, I got a job at a hospital in New Delhi. When I got my 9 salary (薪水) which was about ten times more than my pocket money. I 10 it all on myself. I bought a lot of things which I had dreamed of owning for many years.
When I returned home one fine morning I heard my father 11 with one neighbor. He was telling him my success in the job very 12 . He also told him that I had a 13 salary than him at the end of his work. A dream, his son should become better than himself came true.
I was unable to move on my feet. Past 23 years flashed into my mind in a moment. I knew my father loved me very much. I could understand the 14 my father made in the past. His goal is making his child more successful than 15 .
