My father is a middle school teacher who graduated from the Department of Chinese Language at XX University. He is well known as a good teacher in his school and he worked diligently, regardless of criticism. All of his students and colleagues praised him. In the family he is my grandpa's good son, my mother's good husband and my good father. But all of these come from my father's practicing of Falun Dafa. It is Master Li's Falun Dafa that saved my father and brought hope and happiness to my family.

Before practicing Falun Dafa, my father's health was far from good and he had various kinds of illnesses. He was tormented by the pain, to the point of even wishing he was dead. I remembered that once my father nearly terminated his life when tormented by the illness in 1997. Suffering and in pain, our family went everywhere to seek good doctors and medicines, but with little result. The illness always made my father depressed and unhappy. My family bore the heavy burden both financially and mentally. It also greatly affected my father's work. All of this made our family feel as though in darkness, and I felt that everyone in my family was hopeless and helpless.

However, everything changed since my father started practicing Falun Dafa in 1998: My father's persistent ailment disappeared quickly. He could put more effort into his work because his body was completely recovered and he had become energetic. The happiness of my family, which had not been experienced in many years, returned. I could go to school without worrying about my father's health. My whole family was glad to see his change. As he cultivated himself, he became broad-minded, behaved calmly and worked even harder with great earnest. He required himself to be a good person at any time and anywhere. And he got deep respect and praise from his students and colleagues. I am very proud of my father.

But good times did not last long: since July 1999, Jiang Zemin began to crack down on Falun Dafa, and my family was suddenly covered with darkness. Policemen, residential committee members and school supervisors paid my father visits frequently. My father used every chance to spread the Dafa to them with compassion, telling them how he and our family benefited from Dafa; how Dafa teaches people to be kind and return to the pure land etc; but Dafa underwent even greater slander, smear and damage. My father firmly went to Beijing to appeal on January 1, 2000. He wanted to use his sincere heart to tell the central communist party and government that Dafa is great and Master Li is great, and that the current persecution of Dafa is absolutely wrong. Before his trip, my father told me: "my good daughter, listen to your mother and read more of Master Li's books, father will return soon". But I did not expect that he would not yet have returned 9 months after his departure. Mom told me that since there was no communication channel through which to appeal, father went to Tiananmen Square and raised a banner: he was then arrested by Beijing police security and sent to a labor camp. I miss my father, my good father! I do not know when my father will able to come back home; his students also miss their good teacher. Please release my father!

I cannot believe that good people like my father have been arrested, tortured and sentenced to labor camp. My mom told me that there are more and more good people like my father who are being tortured and sentenced to the labor camps. Some kind and innocent Dafa practitioners were even tortured to death. I do not want to believe that all of this is real, but it is the truth of the current situation. I dare not think even deeper, as to why those policemen, who were so respectable and likeable in my mind are actually this cruel and vicious? Don't they have family, children and relatives? They are representing the communist party and government anyway! All of their activities leave nothing but terror and evil in the heart of a child who begins to acknowledge the society. Mom also told me that they are still driven mad by some evil high-ranking officers and incited to continue doing bad deeds. I dare not imagine what kind of inhumane torment will be inflicted upon people in prison, like my father, who persist in upholding the truth? When are they going to stop doing evil deeds? How many people like my father who are kind and dare to uphold the truth have been put in jail for no good reason? How many other sad children like me are there in China who have lost their fathers? A broken family is the result of upholding the truth, telling the truth and being a good person in the current society. Is there really no justice or conscience in my community?

My father is but a humble teacher. His great courage, looking down upon the evil and upholding the truth, has made me respect him from the bottom of my heart. I deeply knew that all of these virtues came from Master Li's extraordinary Dafa. What made me happy is that, via my father, I have also begun to cultivate, and I am going to be a genuine practitioner.

It is almost a year that I have not seen my father's familiar face. Is father well in prison? Can he study Dafa and practice the exercises? Even now I still do not understand why the compassion that Master teaches us, which helps us to be good people and which benefits other people and society, should be wrong? Why is it also wrong for my father to also try to be a good person? How many families like mine have become broken under the persecution? Kind uncles and aunts, who upheld justice? Please help us stop the crimes!!!

I miss my father!

A young Dafa practitioner

September 28, 2000