Dad never tried to hug or kiss me when I was a child. And of course, he never said "I love you" to me, either. Maybe it's a Chinese cultural thing, or maybe that's the way my dad was. But whenever I felt defeated, sad or lonely, dad was always there. Dad was a man of few words, but I always liked to talk to him, and I could always feel a very special connection to him. As I got older, I had a huge crush on a girl. She was tall and beautiful, with long hair. One day, I walked up to her and blurted out, “you are so beautiful baby.” “ I love you so much. Please be my wife! ” She was afraid and ran away with tears in her eyes. She told my teacher, and my teacher was so angry that she made me stay after school, and called my dad to take me home. My first love was over, and that year I was 7 years old. On the way home, dad was very quiet. It seemed that nothing had happened. Finally I broke the silence and asked him, “Daddy, did I do something wrong?” Dad paused for a while as he always did and said quietly, “Son, you did nothing wrong, except that it's too early for you to pursue girls.” “ Daddy, do you think I could marry a tall and beautiful girl with long hair when I grow up?” I asked. Dad gave me one of his rare laughs and said, “Of course you could. You are so handsome! Just like your handsome father. ” For the first time, I realized that dad had a sense of humor, although he was always quiet.