I love my family

Family, a warm word. In this world. Everybody has his own family, big or small, It is a place where it can provide us with unselfish help when we are in troubles. It is a place where it can give us strong support when we are in blue. It is a place where it can share the happiness with us when we gain success. Every time when I come to my family. I feel full of power at every pore. Man and boy. I have been living in such a family. My parents influence me a lot. As I see it. My family is not rich but so happy. I enjoy living in it and we are united.

There are four members in my family. Dad,mum,big sister and I. My dad had worked in bank in my hometown. But he has retired. Even so. Dad care about the bank as usual. To some extent. Dad is person who is coincide with the traditional dad in old days. He was very strict with me when I was a little boy. As the head of family. He made every significant decision. In other words. He is the authority in the my family. I used to hate my dad. Cause he always beat me when I led to trouble. My dad always said If I want to be excellent. I shall learn how to be a real man. Then I can undertake more. He also emphasized perfect discipline. Up to now. I find that my dad is such a kind person and he loves me.loves the family in the buttom of heart. But he is not good in expressing himself in a right way. Somehow I love him too. On dad’s mind. Family means obligation. My mum, also worked in fiscal station in hometown. Also retired. Such a industrious virtuous woman. For the family. My mum pay out all along. Quietly and she never request anything. Even an article of clothing. She wears it for many yeas and never throws away. It is not because she doesn’t know how to decorate herself or she dislikes living a beautiful life. The truth is that she want me and my sister to have a better living. Also for the family. My mother gave up the youth and much material comforts. She always say”what she does is worthy to be done. The most important thing is that you and your sister will have a good life.” On hearing this. I feel so uncomfortable that I see my mum’s hair getting white. My heart is blocked up. I think. The only thing I can do is listen my mum’s words and make myself and the family happy. On my mum’s mind. Family means giving. My big sister. The pretty lovely sister. She is just one year older than me and now teach english in a middle school in my hometown. I wanna say. It is so lucky as a little brother. For the reason that my big sister always concern about me and help me. Even when I was in darkest time of life. My sister show her encouragement and comfort to me which made me get of haze and face the reality bravely. I still remembered that I always quarrelled with my sister. even bursted into fight. But we love each other all the same. Because we are good companions who share everything we have experienced. Now as a teacher. My sister devote all herself to the cause of education. I wisher she will happy everyday. On sister’s mind. Family means sharing. Me. a senior student who is going to graduate from the non-key university. With the great dream.will walk into the society. a little loss. a little confused. But also a little curious and excited. Isn’t it? compared to the people at the same age. I seem to be much older to walk into the society. But I can live without dream and passion. Because I never want to live a valueless life. With dad’s expectation. With mum’s wish. With sister’s encouragement. I must undertake the burden in the future. On my mind. Family means the whole world.

This is my family. Small but happy hamornious family. I love my family. We are together forever.