Sticky rice with beans and exam season with dad

I entered the high school graduation exam with a feeling of excitement, anxiety and anticipation. Twelve years of studying ended in 3 days of intense exams. For me, it was not just an exam. It was the season of saying goodbye to my school days, the first turning point on the journey to adulthood. And it was also the time when I remembered my father - the quiet man who silently accompanied me through that exam season.

My father is not good at expressing his feelings with words. But he always shows his love in his own way, gentle but profound. On days near the exam, I studied until late at night, my father did not say much, just quietly put a cup of warm milk on the study table. The next morning, he woke up very early, prepared breakfast, then checked the old bicycle, checked the oil, and pumped the tires. "Good bike, smooth road, smooth exam" he smiled, joking to relieve my stress. On the first exam day, I woke up to the smell of red bean sticky rice spreading throughout the kitchen. That simple dish had never been so special. That was the first time I saw my father cook sticky rice himself. "Eat it for good luck, my son" - my father said. That breakfast became a memory that I could never forget.

During the three days of the exam, my father drove me to school every morning. The old bicycle weaved through the crowd, carrying many expectations. After each exam, my father greeted me with a worried but calm gaze. “Are you okay?” - he just asked. I nodded, or stayed silent. And he didn’t ask any more questions. The last exam was Math - a subject I wasn’t good at. The test was difficult, and the stress made me flustered. When I left the exam room, I knew I hadn’t done well. My father stood there, under the blazing early summer sun. I looked at him, then bowed my head and walked forward. No one said anything the whole way home. The atmosphere on the bicycle seemed to thicken. I didn’t cry, but my heart was heavy. When I got home, I quietly went into my room, skipping dinner.

That night, my father knocked on my door and brought me a glass of milk. He sat down next to me and patted my shoulder: “It’s okay, son. You tried your best. The score doesn’t say it all. I see you working hard every day.” I burst into tears. Not because the math test was difficult, but because my father’s kindness made me unable to hold back my emotions. He didn’t blame me or make any demands. He just wanted me to understand that every path has its ups and downs and the important thing is to get up after every fall.

The waiting time for the results was a long series of days. Every morning, my father still cooked, still asked questions, but I knew he was also worried. He didn't say it, but his concern became more and more obvious: quietly leaving fruit in the refrigerator, quietly turning on the fan while I studied, quietly looking at me with hopeful eyes. Then the results came. I passed the graduation exam. Although my Math score wasn't as high as expected, it was still enough to pass the most important exam. I shouted in joy, then burst into tears like a child. My father patted my shoulder, smiling gently: "That's good, son. Now focus on your dream."

Now, I have gone far away from that exam year. More mature, facing other exams in life. But every time I remember that exam season, I remember my father - the silent teacher who taught me lessons about resilience, love and self-belief. I still keep the habit of eating red bean sticky rice on every important day. As a small ritual to remind myself that there was a father who silently accompanied me through the most difficult days, with all his wordless love. And I want to tell my father: Thank you very much for the red bean sticky rice that helped your daughter have today.

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