Ilovehim,myfather!
Myfatheralwaysstandsinthecenterofmylife,frompasttillnowandpossiblyinthefuture.
MyfamilywasratherpoorwhenIwasinmychildhood.Wedidn'thaveourownhouseandhadtoliveinashabby,smallroomrentedfrommyfather'sfactory.Theroomwassosmallthattherewaslittlespaceforpeopletowalk.Ididn'thavemyownbedandhadtosleepwithmyparents.Thisisterriblebothformyparentsandme.
Butfathermadethisalldifferent!Sincetheroomwasonthethirdfloor,namely,thetopfloorinthatoldstylebuilding,theroofwasquitehighabovethefloor.Sofathergotanidea.Heboughttwothickropesandaflatwoodthatlaterwasplanedsmooth,paintedanddrilledtwoholesonbothends.
Thenhehungtheendsofropesuptotheroof.Duringthedaytime,thesetworopeswouldbetiedupsothatpeopledowncouldwalkfreely!Whennightcame,fatherwouldloosetheropesandtiedthemtothetwoholesofthatflatwood.Thelengthoftheseropeswasjustlongenoughformetositorsleepontheboardwithoutother'shelp.
Sointhiswaymylovely,removablebedwasborn.
Whenwintercame,thisspecialbedobviouslywouldn'tbeabletomakemefeelwarmenough.Butfatheralwayshadhissolution!Hebuiltagarretusingsomeflatwoodandironsticksrightabovethebed.Withsomeusedirontubes,hemadeanironladderforustoclimbuptothegarret.Besides,hemadeawoodendeskformetodomyhomework,andsomesimplefurnitureformyclothes,booksandsomethingelsehehadinfactmadeasmallbedroomforme.
It'smyfatherthatisagreatman!