My Parents

My father is a professor. I remember that he usually sat at his desk and studied very hard. He was strict. I'd had to come abck home at 8 o'clock despite I was twenties. He used to scold me for my bad attitudes. Sometimes I hid if I had done something wrong because I was afraid of him. He wanted me to be good person that why he was very strict. My mom, on the otherhand, was very gentle. Even if I made a mistake, she never got engry. Che explained to me why it was wrong. My parents were strict and tender at the same time, it looked like a carrot-and -stick policy. When I think about my childhood, it was good time for me. Even if he looks strict, he loves me very much. I can feel that.