Last week my youngest son and I visited my father at his new house in Arizona.He moved there a few years ago,and I wanted very much to see his new place and meet his friends. In my earliest memories my father was a tall,handsome and successful man.He loved his work and family,but was uncomfortable with his children.As a child I loved him;as a school girl and young adult I was afraid of him.He seemed unhappy with me unless I got _ in my study and unhappy with my boyfriends if their fathers were not as"successful"as he was.Whenever I went out with him on week ends,I used to try hard to think up things to say to protect myself. On the first day of my visit,we went out with one of my father's friends for lunch.We walked along that afternoon,did some shopping,ate on the street table,and laughed over my son's funny talks.My father's critical air and strict rules were gone.He seemed so friendly and interesting to be with us. The next day my dad pulled out his childhood pictures and told me many stories about his own childhood.Although our times together became easier over the years,I never felt closer to him at that moment.After so many years,I'm at last seeing another side of my father.And in so doing,I'm happy with _ .My dad,in this new home in Arizona,is back to me from where he was. What does the writer think of her father after visiting him in Arizona?
Strict and hard-working. More critical. Friendly and interesting. More successful.