My father

     Almost each person has their own hero who has a big influence on him or her! They can be a great man like Bill Gates, or Mark Zuckerberg; they can be a famous star like Justin Bibber; they also can be a virtual image, such as Superman or Batman. All kind of people can be a hero! But the real hero in my heart is my dear father, just a common person, who is a kind and patient man that give me deep insights into life! My father is a very kind and tender person whom I admire the most. He has always been my hero, in my childhood and in my teenage years.

     When I was a child, my father had such big strong arms that he could hold me on top of his head. When I walked tiredly he usually put me on his shoulder so that I could have a relax .I remember when I was a child I always had a lot of questions and he answered them with great patience.

     In my teenage years, he was my best teacher and always available when needed .But sometimes, I would think he did not love me because I was a naughty girl who used to be a troublemaker. I remember once I was punished severely by him when I made a big mistake. I hit my cousin when she used a long stick to make tricks on me. I hit her because it hurts me badly. I thought if I hadn’t stopped her in that way she wouldn’t felt my anger. But what really hurts me was not my physical wound; it was the wound of my mind. Because my father thought it was I who hit my cousin first. Looking at my father, I could feel the distrust at that moment, so I just ran away in silence. I went to a deserted place cried with anger and frustration. Although he is not good at expressing his love, he is the man who really cares for me. To tell you the truth, I sometimes even hate him a little. But, later I know he loved me by heart, he just want me know what was right and wrong .He always want me be an independent and knowledgeable person.

     During all this years he has been like big tree, under the tree I have felt comfortable and secure, and been well protected by him.

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     At last, I want to read a beautiful poem:

As Father's Day approaches, I will celebrate his name

With prayers to my father and God above to stay by my side,

to watch over me and guide me, to look down on me with pride.

For I am my father's daughter, we always belong to each other

But until then I will remember, and the love will never end.