Walked by a bakery today, and the doughnut smelled so great. Suddenly, it reminded me of the day before I took the regional exam for gifted students back in grade 9, when my dad brought home 5 doughnut . My uncle bought me some once, but I didn't expect dad to remember and even notice that I liked it and then get it for me. Maybe thanks to those lucky buns from him, that year I got the first prize _
There are only me and my dad in the family; he's often busy with work, so we don't spend much time together. Though my family is quite well-off, I've never asked my Dad to buy me anything; normally I just buy it myself if there's something I like. That's why thinking about the doughnut story makes me really happy _