People said no men would love you from the very first beginning till
the last end of the world, except your father. This man was the first one who
kissed me, hugged me and held me tightly in arms. My father is a medium-fat
person. He has a medium height with a medium outlook. He walks with medium
speed and he talks with medium voice. He is not classified as a stand out
person, all medium, nothing particularly special, but all are unique to me.
My father is a very strict
person, not only to me, but also to himself. When I was young, he seldom held
my hands like what other parents did. For instance, he asked me to look
carefully before crossing the road, and then he would let me cross by myself.
This indeed quite dangerous at the time when I was young, I was very frightened
every time. I did usually confused on how he treated me and “whether I am your
daughter” was the question that I asked most frequently when I was young. This
was a very controversial teaching act among my families. However, this trains me to become strong and
independent during my formative years.
My father is also a serious
person. Whenever he has determined for something, he would stick with his goal
until he reached it. I could hardly make jokes on him. He always tells me that
if you make jokes on others, you are making jokes on yourself too. Though it
might be a bit too serious, it apparently is a fact. I remember once I told him
that I wanted to lose weight but it was too hard. My father spoke seriously to
me that if I could not control my weight, I could hardly even control my life. Sometimes
I do think that my father is too harsh but somehow there are always two sides
of a coin. Being serious could actually prevent many tiny mistakes that may
ruin my life.
Other than strict and seriousness,
my father is also very hard-working. When I was a kid, my father joined the
university study courses from Australia. Distance-learning occupied most of his
sleeping time at night. Once I asked him why he had to studied so hard as he
already had a stable job with reasonable paid. I remembered he answered me with
just a sleepy smile, he said “Life is just like a running competition, if you
once stopped, others would run across you in just a second.” He showed me the
importance of hard-working. As the saying goes, “Everything you do counts”.
This appears to be my life attitude since then.
You may say my father is not a
perfect one but he must be a good one. He
never teaches me just by talk, instead, he always works out and provides me
with the opportunity to ask. His personalities have a lot of influence to my
life attitude. Whenever I want to give up with my busy and stuffy work at
school, I would always recall how my father burnt the mid-night oil, just for
making a better living for the family. My father is the only, unique and the
best father to me, ever.
