After Father's Death
November 4, 1996 was a day I shall never forget.
At 9 o'clock that night, I was told that something serious had happened in my family. I hurried home from school. When I saw many of my father's fellow workers in his bedroom, I knew the worst thing had happened . I pushed my way into the room and saw Father lying in bed , covered with a white sheet①. I rushed to him, lifted the white sheet with trembling hands, and caught sight of his pale face with his eyes tightly closed. In despair I shook his shoulders, crying, “Dad! Dad! ” But his mouth never opened. Tears began running down my cheeks.
During the following two days I was deep in sorrow. When I was arranging Father's funeral②, many classmates and friends came to comfort③ Mother and me.
On the day I returned to school, my classmates again tried to comfort me . When I opened my desk , I found in it a lot of letters and notes, in which were many comforting and encouraging words. I was so moved that I coudn't keep my tears. Then a teacher told me that my classmates had contributed④ a large amount of money to help me pay living and school expenses⑤. I was very thankful to them and tears again filled my eyes . I covered my face with my hands though I was a big boy. I could find no words to express my feelings at that moment. Their love for me gave me much courage. I was proud of such a warmhearted⑥ class.
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