My Daughter’s Eyes
　　　　
　　　　My daughter, Faye, came to this world at dusk. Following a joyful cry she opened her curious eyes. Then she looked around this strange hinterland throughout the evening. From that very moment her eyes, bright and piercing, impressed me so deeply that I could never forget.
　　　　
　　　　This pair of beautiful eyes, very peculiar with its pupils big and black, the lashes, long and upward could easily create all kinds of expressions. As the socket is a bit sunken whenever she seems to think hard her eyes would carry a look too matured for a girl at her age.
　　　　
　　　　I remember at the time she was only a little kid her eyes somewhat looked like a miraculous magic changing all the time: when she was happy the eyes would smile into a crescent. Should anything hurt her the eyes would be brimming with crystal tears. When she tried to act up she would make a tricky grin giggling. If in any case she was carped at about some carelessness or wrongdoing she would turn her eyes to one side like a bigot.
　　　　
　　　　As time went by we could see more fondness and kindness in her eyes. Once mom was sick in bed she would caress mom’s face with her soft little hand, her eyes being filled with worry. While she realized Dad was about to work abroad for a long period she would pray silently with tears in her eyes wishing dad be soon back home safely.
　　　　
　　　　Faye began to learn how to draw at the age of ten .she presented wonders of her own world or the world in her eyes in the pictures she drew. Her drawings, rather childish, showed the skies always blue, the brooks forever transparent, the red sun constantly smiling, birds flying with no care amid green trees and brilliant flowers. Perhaps from this second she started to establish a special sense of beauty towards nature.
　　　　
　　　　Faye is growing up before we could know it. By and by what in her eyes is unbelievably increasing appears perplexing. To really read or understand it has become rather difficult for dad and mom. If she is asked for that her eyes will get brighter and clearer. Oh, well, in next to no time we make out that Faye has her own secrete now. Then our home has taken on a brand new appearance: lovely toys, downy dolls, fine-inlaid little shell pen holders, bungalow shaped tissue containers, elegant silk scarf around mom’s neck, fashionable sneakers on dad’s feet, with all of which she decorates our pleasant home using the colors she assumes easiest on the eye and most vigorous. Meanwhile her dad and mom who are considered pedantic and old fashioned are also influenced by this new surroundings.
　　　　
　　　　In a word my daughter ‘s eyes are full of vitality through which a great hope and a promising future are clearly foreseen.