My Father's Study Room

Wing Yee Li
Lynn Hovde
ENG100
12 February 2014
My Father’s Study Room Everyone should have his or her own recallable place that is perhaps a tourist attraction, or an insignificant corner. I believe every recallable place has its own story and it may lead people to be nostalgic. For me, since I was sensible, I especially liked my father’s study room. It brought me happiness, and I have good memories of it. It was filled with a variety of pictures of my family. I like the photo of my sweet smile, and also of my handsome father and my beautiful mother. When I was nine years old, my mother left me and my father unexpectedly. I remember it happened on a rainy night and the thunder woke me up. I ran out of my bedroom and went to my father’s study room. The light seeped out from the tight door. I quietly tiptoed in and I saw my father remove the photo of my mother, so there was the photo of me and him on the wall. Suddenly, the wall became empty and sorrowful. Since that night, when I missed my mother, I could only stealthily take out the photo of my mother and I did not let my father know because I did not want him be upset. Two years ago, my father picked me up from school as usual. When I entered into home, I heard a strange voice “welcome back, Wing.” I saw an unfamiliar aunt that she was wearing my mother’s apron and rubbing her hands. She said, “You are more beautiful than the photos that your father showed me. Let’s have dinner together.” I said nothing and looked to my father, but he was smiling at the aunt. At this moment, I really hoped that she was a new nanny than my father hired for me, hut my hope would never come true. I immediately went to into my father’s study room and saw all of the photos of the strange aunt and my father. It had been a long time since I had seen such “bustling” wall in his study room before my mother left.