Father's Day

In afternoon autumn with a wind blew, She left country home to starting a process into a life of a daughter mature. That day, the weather was a little cold. She watched falling yellow leaves and her father step on fallen leaves  who has been wearing a khaki shirt and a wool scarf in his neck which was  old and faded . Her father stood at the foot of the long slope to see her off . Her father’s money that had been saving for a long time and carefully packed in a small fabric and gave it to her. She put it in the pocket and carefully kept it in safe as if it was a treasure.
She looked back the last once as if she would never look it again. She saw father’s wave farewell more and more far away of her and smaller and smaller… until only a dot that was put quietly and lonely between in the vast of earth.

Farewell was simple as that, without eye drops, without reminding, and attachment. She didn’t feel sad. Exactly, she felt more eager than sadly. She was eager coming into the life outside. She wanted to leave and discover a new word that she thought it will be better, bigger and more vivid…and  now, she is wondering “ Who I am ”, “ What am I in the word”.

Father's Day in the United States is on the third Sunday of June. It celebrates the contribution that fathers and father figures make for their children's lives. Its origins may lie in a memorial service held for a large group of men, many of them fathers, who were killed in a mining accident in Monongah, West Virginia in 1907.