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Todayisthefirstdayoftenewterm.Igotupearlyandcheckedmywintcrvacationhomeworkbeforegoingtosclool.
WhileIwasbusyclearingupthebooks,Fathercameinwithaglassofmilkinhishand,"Drinkitup,boy."Fathersaidtomegently.
IwasinsuchahurrythatIpaidnoattentionwhetherthemilkwashotornot.Idrankamouthfulandcriedwiththesoundofthebrokenglass."What’sthematter.?"Fatheraskedanxiously."Youdidn’ttellmethemilkwassohot.Igotablisterthroughbeingscalded.""Oh,it’smyfault.AreyouOk?"Fatherturnedtothekitchenafterhewascertaintherewasnothingseriouswithme,"Thereissomemoreinthekitchen.I’llbringitforyou.Waitforme.I’IIbebacksoon."
IwassoangrywithFatherthatIsaid"No.Iwon’tbescaldedagain."ThenIputallIwantedintomybagandwantedtogotoschoolwithoutbreakfast.ButIwasastonishedatwhatIsawwhenIturnedaround.Fatherwascoolingthemilkbypouringitfromoneglasstotheotheragainandagain."Don’tworry.It’llbeOksoon.It’sbadforyourhealthwithoutbreakfast."Fathersaidwithasmileofapology.Tearscameintomyeyes.HowrudeIwasjustnow!HowregretfulIwas!Itooktheglassfrommyfather’shandanddrankitupwithoutastop.
WhatagoodfatherIhave!