A Glass of Milk

　　　Today is the first day of te new term. I got up early and checked my wintcr vacation homework before going to sclool. While I was busy clearing up the books, Father came in with a glass of milk in his hand, "Drink it up, boy ."Father said to me gently. I was in such a hurry that Ipaid no attention whether the milk was hot or not. I drank a mouthful and cried with the sound of the broken glass. "What’s the matter.?" Father asked anxiously. "You didn’t tell me the milk was so hot. I got a blister through being scalded." "Oh, it’s my fault. Are you Ok?" Father turned to the kitchen after he was certain there was nothing serious with me, "There is some more in the kitchen. I’ll bring it for you. Wait for me. I’II be back soon." I was so angry with Father that I said"No. I won’t be scalded again." Then I put all I wanted into my bag and wanted to go to school without breakfast. But I was astonished at what I saw when I turned around. Father was cooling the milk by pouring it from one glass to the other again and again. "Don’t worry. It’ll be Ok soon. It’s bad for your health without breakfast. "Father said with a smile of apology. Tears came into my eyes. How rude I was just now! How regretful I was! I took the glass from my father’ s hand and drank it up without a stop. What a good father I have!