Today is the first day of te new term. I got up early and checked my wintcr vacation homework before going to sclool.
While I was busy clearing up the books, Father came in with a glass of milk in his hand, Drink it up, boy . Father said to me gently.
I was in such a hurry that Ipaid no attention whether the milk was hot or not. I drank a mouthful and cried with the sound of the broken glass. What s the matter.? Father asked anxiously. You didn t tell me the milk was so hot. I got a blister through being scalded. Oh, it s my fault. Are you Ok? Father turned to the kitchen after he was certain there was nothing serious with me, There is some more in the kitchen. I ll bring it for you. Wait for me. I II be back soon.
I was so angry with Father that I said No. I won t be scalded again. Then I put all I wanted into my bag and wanted to go to school without breakfast. But I was astonished at what I saw when I turned around. Father was cooling the milk by pouring it from one glass to the other again and again. Don t worry. It ll be Ok soon. It s bad for your health without breakfast. Father said with a smile of apology. Tears came into my eyes. How rude I was just now! How regretful I was! I took the glass from my father s hand and drank it up without a stop.
What a good father I have!