It was raining and I was dragging myself back from school. Father had not got back home yet and I thought he must have forgotten it was my 18th birthday today. If my mother had not died yearsago she would have prepared lots Of good dishes for my supper, but now I had to cook a very simple meal, waiting for my father＇s return.
Hours passed. Still my father did not appear. This made me very sad. I couldn＇t help saying to myself, "Mum, Mum ..." with tears in my eyes. I felt cold and lonely, listening to the wind blowing outside and the drops of rain tapping on the windowpane.
It was about eight o＇clock when suddenly there came a gentle knock. Hardly had I answered the door when father came in. He was wet all over with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.
"Happy birthday, my child," said he, and pretending to be cheerful, put the bouquet of flowers into my hands, "I had been toyour mother＇s gravethia afternoon.On the way home I went to many shops to get this as a birthday present. I hope yon＇ll like it, my dear."
With tears in my eyes, I held the flowers tightly to my chest, saying in a trembling voice, "Thank you, Father. Your love is the best gift for me. "(220words )
父亲的爱
天下着雨，我吃力地从学校到家。爸爸还没有回来，但我想他一定忘了今天是我的18岁生日。如果妈妈现在还活着，她一定会在晚饭中做很多好菜，但现在我只能做简单的饭菜等爸爸回来。
几个小时过去了，爸爸还没有出现，这使我很伤心。我禁不住自言自语，“妈妈，妈妈……”眼里充满泪水。听见外面的风声和雨打玻璃的声音，我不禁感到寒冷和孤单。
大约8点钟，突然传来轻轻的敲门声。我刚打开门，爸爸就进来了，他全身湿透了，手里还拿着一束花。
“孩子，生日快乐，”他说着，强作笑颜把花送到我手中。“今天下午我去你妈妈的墓地了。回家的路上跑了很多商店才买到这件生日礼物。亲爱的，我希望你能喜欢。”
我把花紧紧放在胸前，不禁热泪盈眶。用颤抖的声音说：“谢谢爸爸，您的爱才是给我的最好的礼物。”
