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one day while we were in our store we found a rt eddy hold the rats dropping dad told him to wach his hands i was helping dad souvenir near the door.we went with my aunt the next day we came to our house the same appartment as our store . mom said“I think he’s moved up there. I could hear him scratching behind the living room walls.” 1 hour and half he returned with a rifle.mom did not want him to kill like her father killed chickens ddy stayed with mom i went with dad to kill
“I think he’s moved up there. I could hear him scratching behind the living room walls.”
Father said nothing as we left the store and climbed the back stairs. I thought he was silent because he was disappointed he would rather have Eddy’s help than mine.At the back door of our apartment, he paused and said brusquely, “Now for some rules. never, never aim the rifle at anyone.” I listened as attentively as I had the disastrous times he’d tried to teach me how to dribble, or catch a football,Father pulled a lever near the middle of the gun. “Next, make sure the rifle is empty.” He let me inspect the breech. There was nothing inside. “Yes, sir,” I said and glanced up at him to read his mood. Because Father used so few words, he always sounded a little impatient whenever he taught me a lesson. However, it was hard to tell this time if it was genuine irritation or his normal reserve. He merely grunted. “Here, Open this.” And he handed me the box of cartridges.
I was so nervous that the cartridges clinked inside the box when I took it. As I fumbled at the lid, I almost, felt like apologizing for not being Eddy. Now, when I got edgy, I was the opposite of Father: I got talkier. “How did you learn how to hunt?” I asked. “From your father?”My father rarely spoke of his father, who had died before I was born. He winced now as if the rat had just nipped him. “My old man? Nah. He never had the time. I learned from some of my buddies in Chinatown.” He held out his hand.I passed him a cartridge. “What did you hunt? Bear?”“We shot quail.” Father carefully loaded the rifle He clicked the cartridge into the rifle. “You have to be tough in this world, boy. There are going to be some times when nobody’s around to help - like when I first came to America.”That was a long speech for Father. “You had your father.” His mother stayed back in China, because in those days, America would not let her accompany her husband.
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