It was in my 16th year. My
father came to Beijing from my hometown, which is 2000 kilometers away from
Beijing. I had to choose the university before the college entrance examination
that weekend. It is really a risk to choose the university without knowing the
score you would get in the examination so my father came to help me. He came
Beijing by train and I went to the train station to meet him. It took us some
time to find each other because the Beijing West Station was so big and there
were so many people. But the moment I spotted my father, he wore a white
t-shirt and black trousers and stood beside the stairs. He looked a little
shorter than I last saw him, which was half a year earlier. When I walked up to
him, he saw me and gave me a big smile, which made his crow’s-feet more
obvious. I hurried to him and gave him a big hug when I came to him. And at
that moment I saw his left temple full of so much grey hair, more than any time
before. In that night, he told me it was the last big decision he would help me
and I would make decision by myself in the future. I realized something after
that day. He was getting older and I was growing up. I need to assume the
responsibility of a man, becoming more independent and mature and making my
parents have a better later life.
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