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Name: Amy
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I came across a very touching story that teaches one to understand someone then to condemn them. Oh I need it so much. Every too often I still fall into this trap. Let's share this touching story. Don't blame me if u tear. Hehee. Its a lengthy one though but worth your time reading.
FATHER FORGETS
W. Livingston Larned
Listen, son: I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under you cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily, I came to your bedside.
There are things I was thinking, son: I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor.
At breakfast I found fault too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called, " Goodbye, Daddy!" and I frowned, and said in reply, " Hold your shoulders back!"
Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came up the road I spied you, down on your knees playing marbles. There were holes in your stockings.I humiliated you before your boyfriends by scolding you that stockings are expensive and if you would buy them you would be careful. Imagine that, son, from a father!
Do you remember than when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with a sort of timid look in your eyes? When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door.
"What is it that you want?" I snapped.
You said nothing, but ran acoross in a plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and your small arms tightened with an affection that God had set blooming in your heart that even neglect could not wither. And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.
Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came upon me. What has habit been doing to me?
The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding- this was reward to you for being a boy. It was not that I did not love you: I expected too much of youth.
Abd there was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills. THis was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in an dkiss me good night. Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkneww, and I have knelt there, ashamed!
It is a feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during your waking hours. But tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual;" He is nothing but a boy- a little boy"
I am afraid I have visualised you as a man. Yet as I See you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you will in your mother's arm,, your hear on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much.
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2 Comments:
I never cry after reading it
By 
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5:48 PM
I wonder why I am not tearing after reading it.
By , at
11:50 AM
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