The smelling of the air at morning 4 AM

When I was child, my family made most of our income from planting watermelons. My father was really good at planting watermelons and he always can plant the sweetest watermelons to his customers each summer.

At that time, we need to prepare the watermelons in the afternoon before the sale day. After dinner, my father always picks the best watermelon and opens it with a knife. Then, Our whole families sit around it to enjoy the most delicious fruit. Actually we don’t have much money to taste other fruits, but this is the one I most like.

On the sale day, my parents need to get up earlier than normal, because my father needs to drive the truck to the nearest city from our country to sell watermelon and the truck can not go fastly for the fragile goods.

My parents have 3 children. We do not always have the chance to go with them because they are too busy to take care of us while selling the watermelon. It’s also dangerous because our truck is just parked beside the road. But I really love to go with them, then, I can see a totally different world compared to a country. I can see cars because our country didn’t have one at that time. I can get a chance to taste a delicious breakfast.  If I were lucky, I can get a can of Jianlibao(some drink like coca cola). I dreamed of going with my parents to sell our watermelon.

Actually, I have more chances to go with them than my older brother and older sister. Yes, because I’m the youngest and always have that priority to do something.

When I was chosen to go with them before the sale day. I just can not fall asleep easily because I was so excited. 

At 4 AM the next day, I was woken up by my mother. I barely can open my eyes because I’m sleepy, but I still can wear my clothes and climb our truck in a fast and efficient way. When the truck engine starts, It’s just a perfect opening for my journey. My father driving the truck walking through the country road in the dark, I closed my eyes and then took a deep breath. Inhaled a bunch of fresh air to my little exciting body. It was called pleasure then, but for now, I call it happiness.

Today I woke up at 4 AM and I cannot fall asleep any more, so I decided to take a run.  After I went out and walked in the park, I smelled the very familiar air. It brought me back to the sweet memory. My father passed away 4 years ago. I missed him so much.

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