The sound of the rain hitting the windows wakes me up and it sounds just exactly as it did 15 years ago, which reminded me of my girlhood．
It was my second day of 1 and it was raining heavily．I couldn't 2 ．I woke up to find myself not in the classroom but carried on Dad's back．We were 4 ．It was the last time I felt 5 ．to himhomethe habit I had at home, so I fell asleep right at my 3
After that, he never carried me or hugged me as other fathers did to their children．I was not bothered by this 6 ．I was proud of it, for I felt 7 ．However, there were times when I felt depressed by not having sought 8 ．from himand "grown up"
