When I was a little girl, I remember that when my dad was repairing something, every time he asked me (hold)the hammer(锤子) for him, just so we would have a time for a conversation with each other. I never saw my dad (drink) or taking a night out. All he did after work was taking care of his family.
I grew up and left home for college and since then, my dad had been calling me every Sunday morning, no matter what. And when several years ( late), I bought a house, my dad was painting it by himself for three days in the 38℃ summer heat. All he asked was to hold his paint brush and talk to him. But I was too busy in those days. I did not find any time for a conversation with my dad.
One Sunday morning we had a telephone talk as (usually), I noticed that my dad had totally forgotten some things that we talked (late). I was in a hurry, so our conversation was a bit short. Few hours later that day came a call. My father was in a hospital with an aneurysm(动脉瘤). Immediately I (buy)a ticket for a flight and on my way I (think) about all special occasions(场合) to have a talk with my dad.
By the time I (arrive) at the hospital, my father had passed away. Now it was he who did not have time for a conversation with me. After his (die), I learned much about him, and even (much) about myself. All he ever asked me was my time. And now he has all my attention every single day.
