As I held my father’s hands one night, I couldn’t help but notice their calluses(老茧）and roughness. His hands tell the story of his life as a , including all his struggles.
One summer, I remember, a drought (旱灾）hit Ontario, turning it into a desert. On one of those hot mornings I was picking sweet corn with my dad to fill the last from the grocery store. Fifty dozen was all we needed, which took twenty minutes. That morning, however, the process didn’t quickly. After forty minutes of aimlessly walking in the field, we needed twenty dozen. I was completely frustrated and . Dropping the basket heavily, I declared, “If the store wants its last twenty dozen, they can pick it themselves! ”Dad .“Just think, my little girl, only ten dozen left for each of us and then we’re .” Such is Dad----whatever problem he , he never gives up. , the disastrous effects of the drought were felt all over our county. It was a challenging time for everyone, Dad remained optimistic. He to be grateful for other things like good health and food on our plated. Only then did I truly begin to Dad and his faith that guided us through the hard times.
