Essay 1: Describe Memorable Moments

My parents are quarreling. Such things have been happening occasionally for the past two months. But the reason for those quarrels is the same-I want a computer.

"Why not buy one for him? He needs it." This is my mother's voice.

"No, I am afraid that he will give himself up to computer games. He will ruin himself. He is still a child after all. Competition in key middle schools is so fierce. He needs time to improve himself, not a computer on which to play games." This is the voice of my father.

"I am sure he'll arrange his time well, not giving himself up to games. A computer will do him good. You know very well he loves computer programming." Mother insisted.

A computer, what a temptation! The characters springing onto the computer screen sowed a seed of yearning in my heart when I was a student in primary school. As I came to study in the middle school, my interest in computer had been intensified. I was confident that some day my fingers would perform a graceful programming dance on the keyboard. But there were far more students than computers in my school. I had little chance to learn computer.

It was heart-rending to hear such a quarrel arising from my parents who respected each other so much. What they were worried about is that I will indulge myself in computer games once I have a computer. Although the temptation of computer games is not enticing to me, I am sure to lax in my studies if I give myself up to them. As an example, one of my classmates dropped drastically in his studies after he had a computer of his own-just because he became wallowed in computer games. So my father's objection to buying the computer was to totally unjustified.

However- what I am thinking about? Where is my self-confidence? I will never become one like my classmate. I have a goal. I have my ideal. Mother has been saying to me ever since I was a little boy: "Sure you can make it. Never give up!" I believe that no obstacles can prevent me from making progress toward my set goals.

"Look at those children who are wallowed in computer games." Father said.

"Why do you always try to find excuse for your refusal by referring to the cases of other children? You think your son is the same as those other kids, don't you? No, Never!" The firm and confident words of my mother.

No more words from Father. Long silence.

I wiped the tears rolling down on my cheeks and went into my parents' room. Father seemed to be lost in thoughts, his head lowering down. Mother remained silent, sitting by the side of Father. "I believe in myself. I like to have a computer, really. Please trust me." I said to my parents. "We have always trusted you, son." Mother said. Father seemed to have a little shake. He raised his head slowly. A light of trust sparkled in his eyes. I experienced a wave of warmth in my heart. I was happy, no matter what would be the result. I have had a chance to communicate with my parents. A bridge of trust was being established.

The next day, a brand-new computer was on my desk.

I did not give myself up to computer games as I promised. I made increasing improvements in my studies with the help of the computer.

Mother's trust is an invaluable gift to me. It is an eternal gift.