1) The author recalls an experience as a teenager where she went out on a date with a popular boy from school named Zen who took her to a romantic restaurant. However, things took a turn when he brought her to a dark snooker place where he ignored her pleas to take her home. 2) Stranded and afraid, the author managed to walk several miles to catch a bus home but arrived very late, causing her father to become furious with worry. In a moment of anger, he physically punished the author. 3) After reflecting on the experience, the author came to understand her father's perspective and feelings of fear for her safety. On Father's Day a few days later, the author and

1. Father Essay First Draft
October, 5, 2009
Sine Kunakorn
More Than a Memory
The word "father" not only refers to men as the originator of giving life, but including
responsibility that every man should have as a chief or leader of the family also. The essential caring
and loved from both hands of a father will ensures that every child will grow to be a good member in
the society. With awareness of the role men have called the father is determined to be Father's Day to
recognize that children have shown kindness and grateful thanks. Once time, when it almost the father
day, I broke my father’s heart as disappearing with a guy. Due to everything that happened, my dad got
really mad and angry at me. However, the justice from my dad inspired me that was very important for
me as no man will ever love me like my dad loves.
As with any family, they all have curfew. In my family, my sister, Fang and I were not able to go out
after the sun goes down. If we had to go out, we needed to inform our parents when we will be back,
and must be back in certain time. Previously, in high school, I usually come back from school after
school over every day as a routine. I had never been hanged out with friend without permitted from my
parents, especially from my father. Since he is the one who had to responsible for me and my sister, he
always tended to be a reticent father. On the other hand, my mom tended to be friendlier or intimately
with us than dad would be.
My story started as 7 years ago, December 2, with the teenage, the interesting of having
boyfriend or a feeling toward a guy had begun .That evening after school ended, I was still at my
school sitting and chatting with friends. With the teenage, the interesting of having boyfriend or a
feeling toward a guy had begun, we were sitting on a bench outside the building, looking at many guys
walked past like a fashion show. Suddenly, my friends and I were shocked and surprised as seeing a
popular guys group in our high school. Our giggles turned silent because of shyness. None of my
friends even looked at them but I was. At that time, I did not know myself that I was starring at
someone; his name was Zen. He was very cute in my eyes, the black hair, medium tall, and absolutely
handsome. I just could not take my eyes off from him. They came closer toward us. I thought that guy
might have noticed that I was looking at him. My friends started look at others, whom he glanced back.
My heart was beating harder than usual similarly it was calling Zen to come closer. By the time, Zen
and his friends came into interacted with us, “Oh my god” of course I was so excited because a popular
senior guy in high school stood in front of me. Another shocked was he specifically talking to me, only
me, and asking for my telephone number. It was just unbelievable, I did not know should have I gave
him my number or not. Indeed, the instinct of my mind telling me, he just playing with me, however,
all my friends encouraged me to give him my number.

2. The dinner night I went out with Zen, whom I had known for 2 days, was a romantic
moment ever. After I gave him my number, he started calling me and invited me to have dinner, but I
just reject to him as playing a game. However, he had more experience than I had. He came into my
classroom to show everyone he wanted to talk to me. This time I just could not deny him anymore
since he was playing very good in his role. He asked me to go to have dinner at one place where was
far away around 4 miles. I was unsure to go over there. Thus, I replied to him I did not want to go this
place and did not want to come home late. However, he was good at encouraging, he finally took me to
that place where I did not even know where it was. The restaurant was very nice and cozy, he seem to
be well known of this place. One of a waiters lead us to the table in the corner, and said “here is your
favorite table, sir” smiled disingenuously to me and Zen. The warmness from yellow light, and
excellent decorating interior had inspired me to like this guy. Moreover, a loved music, and a
comfortable seat had made me felt like that was a very romantic moment ever. When we were having
dinner, he first sit opposite side of me and later moved to sit next to me when we about to have dessert.
He had treated me very well, l realized that he must have been had a lot of experience about treating a
girl, but that was not warn me enough to think he probably dangerous. I was just still having a good
moment and did not want to lose it.
After that the romantic moment ended, although it was time for me to go back, I was hold
back by strange forces. As soon as we finish our meal, I asked him to drop me off where my
motorcycle was. Nonetheless, he had tricked me by telling me, he needed to go somewhere to get
something from his friend. I looked at him discontentedly as I did not want to go anywhere else accept
going back home. However, he successfully for taking me to the place he mentioned. There was a
snooker place; the inside looked very dark and stinky with all smoked. So I decided to wait for him in
the car. He went back inside for a while and there was no sign of him to come out. I got upset and
worried about the time going back. Therefore, I decided to go inside to find Zen. What I saw was he
was playing snooker with his tough friends and drinking alcohol. “Oh my god, what the hell are you
doing right now” I yelled at him. Even though we just know each other but I just could not control
myself at all. Then I calm down myself begged him to take me home but he ignored.
Then I started to think how to get back home by myself, with few or little good alternatives,
eventually this became an adventure once in my life. After I asked Zen to take me home and it was not
successful for me. I was very upset and nervous. Thereafter, I waited for him outside the building; one
man came to me and tried to talk with me. At that time I did not want to talk to anyone but I needed to
listen to him. He had tried to warn me about Zen, he told me Zen did like this every time he had taken
the girls here. “What did you mean” I asked suspiciously. He said every girl that came here eventually
ended up with a sad story. He did not need to tell me anymore what was going to happen. I quickly
decided I should run away from this horrible place as fast as I could. Before the dangerous man, Zen
would realize. Then I headed out to the road, wishing there were some hope for me as any public buses
would past by. Conversely, it was getting dark and it seem like there was not public transportation
coming this way. Thus, I stared walked further but I still did not know where I was going. My phone
had gone or left in Zen’s car, but I could not go back anymore. I was so scared, crying and thinking
about my family might have been worry about me. My legs were tried as they were going to break as
pieces, so much painful and exhausted. After a long distance that I walked for 2 miles, I saw a big
street, the smiling as hopefulness appeared on my face. From this road I knew how to get home. I kept
walking toward a night light from the city and finally catch a last bus to where I parked my motorcycle.
It was very late that night; my dad was standing outside in furiously looked waiting for me to return
home. I drove my motorcycle slowly through the alley of my townhouse, wishing everyone were
asleep. I tried to sneak into the house, but my dad was standing there, he saw me. It was the first time

3. that my dad looked very mad. His eyes was very red, he looked at me like he wanted to punch me
down. I had never seen my father like this before. This was not what I expected, absolutely not. “Where
have you been, where did you go, with who?” He starred and yelled at me as he really wanted the
answer. “I went out with friend” I replied trembling with tears in my eyes. He continued investigated,
who did I go with? I was speechless, thought to myself how could I told him I went out a stranger guy
whom I just met couple days ago. He yelled at me as needed the answer “Guy or girl?” I was startled
with full of fear from my dad angrily looked and voice. I whispered him back “it was a guy”. After he
heard my respond, there no more other question from him. He suddenly transformed himself like a
cruel monster, grabbed the broom which was hanged on the wall in the garage. He was holding my left
arm tightly and hit me many time at my bottom and my legs. I was deeply in silent as well as could not
even cry anymore. I let him punished as much as he wanted to, thought to myself if he wanted to kill
me then killed, slap me until I died, but please just listened to me what the truth was.
After what seemed like pain and exhausted got through, I went back to my room, locked myself
in, and cried until no tears left to cry. Meanwhile, my mother knocked at my door, wanted to talk with
me. I decided to let her in, rushed to hug her and started to cry again. After I stopped crying, we were
having a conversation about what happened last night. She asked me gently as she knew that I was
deserved everything enough from the punishment last night. I told her everything I faced with, the
most dangerous guy I had ever seen. He had tried to force me to his place, but I realized that was not
good and safe anymore. However, there was nothing about sexual happened but dad would not listen to
me. “Why he did not listen to me mom?” I hurtfully asked her. The answer was so simple. She replied
to me if she were dad last night, she might have not been control herself either. Dad was very worried
about me that he could not even to contact me. He also thought something dangerous probably
happened to me. He kept waiting for me since the time I was supposed to be home but there was no
sign of me to appear. He had told my mom that he did not want to hit me like he did last night.
Nevertheless, since he heard that I went out with a guy and came home late, he could not control
himself at that moment. As a father, he anxiously worried about me every much but I just broke his
heart by what I had done. I suddenly understood my father how he felt that it was not his fault that he
had punished me.
Two days later in December 5, it was a father day in Thailand; our whole family went to the
temple as joining the father day activities. First we did a religion traditional custom and then sang a
father song. The heroically from everyone in the hall had inspired me to think about the love of a
father, especially loved from my father. My eyes started filling with tears, I was sniffing and crying
quietly, standing next to my mom. After we all finished singing a song, every child supposes to sit next
to their fathers and listened to a story about father. The story of love from being a father shown that
every father wanted to protect their child, and wanted their child to grow up to be a good man.
Meanwhile, the story ended, every child were all holding flowers in their hands including me and my
sister. We moved to sit in front of our father and mother, my sister and I gave him the flowers we made
from ourselves to him. I saw tears in my dad’s eyes as well as my tears could not be refraining as well.
I darted to hug my father and cried like I never cried in his arms before. I told him how much I was
sorry about what I had done and how much I love him. It was a memorable moment ever.
I am a lucky person to have grown in the family. My father is best man in my life. Although my father
seems to be a man of strong character, taciturn but very kind. Full of love, filled with gentle raise a
generous mercy given to me regularly. I also remembered well, as long as today. The loved relationship
and warmth from the father had raised me to be successful like today. The protection from my dad had

4. toward me as he needed to ensure that I always safe. My bad experience is no longer existed, but it
turned into a memorable experienced of a closer relationships between me and my dad. Nowadays, we
have never mentioned about my bad memory anymore, however, we all memorized only the good thing
and the loved of father in our hearts.