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One evening, when I was lying on the window sill, feeling so depressed, gazing at the sky blankly, Father came to me and asked what was wrong. I stood up and poured out all that I felt doubtful about. Father, whom I had never seen so gracious before, listened attentively and smiled appreciatively, then spoke to me in words I could never forget: “You are my own daughter. Your mother and I will always love you for what you are. Your worries are quite justified and I understand. Honestly, I have hoped that someday you could assist me in my business, but that’s just a parent’s wish. You have the right to follow your own course, to pursue what you feel worth doing. So, if you wish to be a student in the liberal arts, go ahead then.”
Now I’ve become a college student. I love my life in the department of my choice. Whenever I find happiness in my studies, I feel grateful to my parents.