Father, is the most respected children.
Father, who stand over every mistake for me.
Father, is the son can rely on the arms of a lifetime.
Father who will never lose the child in everyone circumstances
people that I respect the most is the father. He does not mind hard to be able to give me expensive living costs account when I go to school in the US. Looking at a silver haired father away several days, my heart aches can imagine. He worked as a mother makes me miserable, but I could not get him away. People often say, daughter, father's lover previous life, because there should be together in this life become your father.
My father is probably not the perfect dad in the eyes of people. He will not give me hat on sunny days, he will not ask my learning situation every time I call home, he never scolded me like other fathers. But only one sentence he could make me feel remorse for what I have done in the past: "I just do things I like, things dad would stand to suffer for me.". When he heard that sentence, I suddenly experience a lot of things that previously I could not understand.
From the day away from home, I no longer feel the love of the father and his family. I became rebellious and careless than usual. The idea that far from home, so they can not control me anymore, so I always say what I want to say is do what I wanna do. But then, look at the sad eyes of the father, I feel so bad yourself. Who sacrificed so much for me, but in exchange is rebelling and my disobedience. But he remained gentle smile and forgive me.
One of the things that happened in my time in the US makes me a better understanding of the father's sacrifice. As to the United States to live, his father had advised me many times that to get fast. Living a sheltered place without the love of family, I have to try and shield more than usual intensity, can not the custom of the time at home with their parents. In life, no one volunteered and encircled my love unconditionally as parents, and no man can give me a roof and solid arms like family. But I did not listen to him. When I have problems in everyday life, I always make it more confusing, and janitor are always consequences for a father. I had an argument with my aunt lives with. Their way of life and way of life I was taught too different. I am a person who likes silence and prefer to be alone. But the aunt was not she like to party, like to say out loud, like people have to obey her orders in all, and like anger out on others. I knew she was not a bad person, but she and my way of life so different, like water and fire can not tolerate each other. I want a peaceful life as a water line, just quietly drift, not a ripple. As for her, she loved a hearty life like fire, always burning and burning. After a long day of learning tired, I just want to lie on my small bed and listening to music, relax my mind. But I know, I can not do so before I completed the daily task which she handed to me. I help her do housework and everything before her on, except that cooking. And I always use reason to refuse assignments out of the room after eight o'clock. But things are not so simple, she always has thousands of reasons why I have to go crazy, for example, help her hear the teacher's message in the school where her daughter is, or is considered that girls what she did wrong that can not be a hundred points in the homework. These things extremely simple, she can use a dictionary to translate everything, but she is still my choice. Many times I do not have time for my self but for the advice of the father that I have patience and do what she says. But there was a time I could not take it anymore, and in those days I was preparing for the end of year exams, stress made me do something crazy: I quarreled with her aunt and said I wanted to Vietnam .
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