Rain

“It is raining now.” my colleague shout out. Looking out of the window, people come and go in the street.

Sigh, there are still an hour for me to stay here for finishing my work report, it is really a boring thing. But I can not pay my attention to the report again. Rain beat and blur on the window. I can only see some colorful dots moving here and there. I know they are people with umbrellas or raincoats.

Nowadays most of families have more than one umbrella, but seldom find straw hat. It is a hat with broad trim made by straw. As much as I know, many families only have several straw hats in the past, because it is cheaper than umbrella. I still remember there were three straw hats in my family when I was 12 years old.

I have one brother and two sisters, I am the youngest in my family. For affording us to go to school, parents pinched and screwed, they saved every cent for us. I was grade 2 in junior high school at my 12 years old. The school was very far from my home, everyday I went to school by bus. One day, it rained cats and dogs, father sent me to the bus-stop, he always worried about me on my way to school, especially on rain day. We had each straw hat on our head. When I got on the bus, I took off the straw hat and passed it to my father, I would not like to bring it to my school, because my classmates had umbrella, but I have not, I felt losing face. I would rather be wet through than wear a straw hat. The bus was moving, father ran behind it and managed to throw straw hat to me, but I neglected him, finally he gave up. After class, it was still raining. I went out of the classroom and ran to the bus-stop. “Li”, a sound coming from the right side, it was school guarder. He ran to me with straw hat in hand. “Your father came to school to sent straw hat to you, you are so careless, your father were wet through, but he still left the straw hat to you, hurry to put it on.” I had no word though I disliked the straw hat. I knew father must be wet through on rain day. Because there were only 3 straw hats in my family, one for me, the others just for my mother and sister. At that time, I never think of my father`s feeling, just managed to get rid of the straw hat, I felt shame at it ……

“What is the matter with you?” A loud sound comes into my mind, my colleague look at me. I find my tears rolling down my cheeks, ”nothing”, I answer, she leaves with doubt. Really nothing ? No, I can not forgive myself although it has past a great many years. Now there are many umbrellas in my family, parents are getting older, I work in another city far away from my family. I can not do anything for them. I can not look after them. Sometimes I think I give them money to let them have a happy life, but it is a wrong thinking. They do not need it, they only want to see their children every day. I know I am not a good daughter, I even can not make the tea for them when they are thirsty at night. Such a simple thing, but I can do it for them…

How to compensate them? I do not know, but I plan to bring them here to live with me, I would like do everything for them, they are the right person that I care about in the world...

On the rain day, I know my eyes are easy to wet, I know it is not for rain but for my dear parents……