Letter to my father
From thousands of miles away, I greet you, my Father. I would like to take this opportunity to write the things which I have been hiding in my heart from you for a long time, my dear Father. The relationship became very distant between us since I was kicked out from middle school. I didn't share anything with you even though I should have. I hated you very much because you didn't let me join a high school, although you could have done it easily for me. I kept a long distance between you and me and I gave you the cold shoulder, as if I actually disliked you. I hated that you made me do farm-work for one year, and that you wanted to send me to India for your own reasons. I thought you didn't love your only son, me, at all. But after I came to India, I realized all of the things you have done for me. I deeply regret that I misunderstood you. You love your only son a lot. You wanted to support your only son to become a good person.
My dear father, how can I apologize for misunderstanding you? I understand why you didn't help me to join a high school. Instead of that, you let me experience farm-work for one year, because you wanted your only son to know the hardship of working in a field, so that I would be reminded that studying is easier. You sent me to India to study, not because you didn't have any money to pay my school fees in a high school, but because you really wanted your only son to get some true knowledge and be a real, educated