My Father Sits in the Dark by Jerom

My Father Sits in the Dark by Jerome Weidman
My father has a peculiar habit. He is fond of sitting in the dark, alone. Sometimes I
come home very late. The house is dark. I let myself in quietly because I do not want
to disturb my mother. She is a light sleeper. I tiptoe into my room and undress in the
dark. I go to the kitchen for a drink of water. My bare feet make no noise. I step into
the room and almost trip over my father. He is sitting in a kitchen chair, in his
pyjamas, smoking his pipe.
'Hello, Pop,' I say.
'Hello son.'
'Why don't you go to bed, Pa?'
'I will,' he says.
But he remains there. Long after I am asleep I feel sure that he is still sitting there,
smoking.
Many times I am reading in my room. I hear my mother get the house ready for the
night. I hear my kid brother go to bed. I hear my sister come in. I hear her do things
with jars and combs until she, too, is quiet. I know she has gone to sleep. In a little
while I hear my mother say goodnight to my father. I continue to read. Soon I become
thirsty. ( I drink a lot of water.) I go to the kitchen for a drink. Again I almost stumble
across my father. Many times it startles me. I forget about him. And there he is -
smoking, sitting, thinking.

Kết quả (Anh) 2:

My Father sits in the Dark by Jerome Weidman
has a peculiar habit My father. He is fond of sitting in the dark, alone. Sometimes I
come home very late. The house is dark. I let myself in quietly vì I do not want
to disturb my mother. She is a light sleeper. I tiptoe Into my room and undress in the
dark. I go to the kitchen for a drink of water. My bare feet make no noise. I step into
the room and almost trip over my father. He is sitting in a kitchen chair, in his
pajamas, smoking his pipe.
'Hello, Pop,' I say.
'Hello son.'
'Why do not you go to bed, Pa?'
'I will,' he says.
But there he Remains. Long after I am asleep I feel sure he is still sitting there có,
smoking.
Many times I am reading in my room. I hear my mother get the house ready for the
night. I hear my kid brother go to bed. I hear my sister come in. I hear the her because things
with jars and combs off until she, too, is quiet. I know She has gone to sleep. In a little
while I hear my mother say goodnight to my father. I continue to read. Soon I tr
thirsty. (I drink a lot of water.) I go to the kitchen for a drink. Again I almost stumble
across my father. Many times it startles me. I forget about him. And there he is -
smoking, sitting, thinking.

Kết quả (Anh) 3:

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