Father and Son
    That was an cold winter day when my aunt came to visit and decided to spend the night in my home as it snowed heavily in the afternoon.Since there were limited beds, I had to share one with my father.
    I was totally unpleasent about this.Though I had a good relationship with my father-we talked a lot and he never scolded me,I had never let him or even anyone else sleep in my bed as I believed the bed to be the last place that belonged to me.What's more,I don't like touthing especially with my parents. You know that's just what adolescents believe to be true.What good if the night would never come.
    However,the night did come in time.During the night ,I tried my best not to touch him and my feet was somewhat exposed into the air.It was freezingly cold outside and I cound not get asleep.My father sensed something and asked "what is wrong?"I pretended to be sleeping.He reached out his hand to find my feet freezingly cold outside .And hold them into his arms! What a warm place!How cold for dad.
    I went asleep with tears on my cheek.That winter was no longer cold from that night.

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