We are bound together
This is always a good memories for me as time goes by.
I was born in one summer. as mom had a weak body, I was a premature infant. Very different from my sister's early stage(she had a full-time maid for 5 yrs).I was brought up by my dad. So after 42 days, when mom went to work,I was taken by dad to my nursery every day. As they realized that an intimate family relationship should be came from their own emotion payments...
The vehicle of us was dad's bike which was 28 inche, "blue Ridge" brand with black color. As I was too small to sit up at that moment, Dad prepared a small leather suitcase( removed the lid )as my cradle which was tied on the backseat of his bike and let me sleep inside.It was really an adventure, short trip for us, the law of traffic not allowed bike carrying a person in the street, a traffic police did find me one day. A tiny baby in the suitcase!
There was no doubt dad had to attend a short-term traffic law courses at weekends before the police retuned his bike to him. But how could we do next? Dad had to choose another small road which no cop there and I was still on his bike. 
Luckily it was not a long distance between home and their plant,then I could sit up before the winter came. A small bamboo weaving chair was installed on the tripod of the bike.I sat on in front safe and comfortble.just liked a chicken under the wings of dad.I could look forward and both sides freely.My eyes more sharper than dad at that time, always alerted dad to get off the bike before the cop saw us.
As time passed by, the small bamboo chair was replaced to a small self-made wooden pad to let my feet freed from that chair,later on I was big enough to sit on the tripod directly. Dad continued taking me to my kindergarten with his bike every day. We are trinity looked like. 
I remember there were two bells on the handlebar which brought me lots of fun; The left one was a single bell which sounded dull and weak,the right one was a double bell which sounded loud and strong. I was delighted to rang them,if not in urgent,I rang the left one,the right one was for those who was hard of hearing person. So I was always busy with the two bells. And then the dynamo-powered lamp on his bike was a magic to me ...
After many years from now, each time when I was riding on my bike outside,these sweet memories are vivied again; How he protected me from falling down when teached me riding bike. How the first time he guided me riding out in the street... Now my dad are getting older , it's time for me to accompany with him in his journey of life no matter what difficulty it would, We are two persons family which was bounded not only blood but also emotion which we are created years ago.
Dad, please accept my hugs and kisses in this special Father's day once more. I love you, Dad !
Thanks for reading,with my best regards to you!
Comments (9)
Hope you have a nice day!
I will try my best with him. when we at home, always something fun happened between he and me. I'v written down some of them in case be forgotton later.
What a fascinating story.
You are a very dutiful daughter. Your father and you share a very special relationship.
I smile as I picture you as a young child, sitting on the old blue ridge bicycle under his wing with him pedaling away and you having fun ringing those bells on the handlebar.
You probably have a lot of other precious memories with him in growing up.
He is a great dad.
Happy Father's day to him and Best Wishes to you!
Thank You! He is a mild good man, never raises his voice. Beside him I am always feel warm and sweet.
@socrates:
Yes, we have lots good memories which were sounded interesting,even now also...
You have a nice day!