Some of my earliest memories include sitting with my dad in his study every night when he came home from the office. I watched1 he put his personal items away: his watch, wallet, comb and car keys. They would always take up the same space on the table every time.
Dad's comb was jade green. I heard he bought it when he married Mum. Every night, he would smile, hand me the comb and say, "Be a good girl and help Daddy 2 it, OK?"
I was more than happy to do it. At age five, this kind of task brought me such joy. I would turn on the tap 3 , and then brush the comb with a used toothbrush as hard as I could.4 that I'd done a good job, I would proudly return the comb to Dad. He would smile at me, and place the comb on top of his wallet.
About two years later, Dad left his sales job and started his own wholesale business. I started primary school. That was when things started to 5 . Dad's business wasn't doing so well, and our stable (稳定的) life started getting shaky. He didn't come home as much as he used to. And when he did come home, it was always late and I'd already be in bed. I started to get 6 . Why didn't he listen to Mum and just stick to his old job? Why does he 7 placing the whole family in trouble? Over the years, I 8 waiting for him to come home, and going downstairs to welcome him.
Now 28, I've graduated from college and got a job. Dad's business has also started to get back on track. Yet the uncomfortable 9 between Dad and me went on.
Two days before my birthday last year, Dad came home early. On that evening, I helped him carry his bags into his study 10 . When I turned to leave, he asked me to clean his comb. I looked at him for a while, then took the comb and headed to the tap.
It was a 11 comb. This one was brown. I hadn't noticed that he'd changed it. After cleaning it, I passed it back to Dad. He looked at it and smiled. But this time, I noticed something 12 . My dad had aged. He had wrinkles next to his eyes when he smiled, yet his smile was still as heartwarming as before.
