Today my father phone me and ask me about the time when I go home. I know he miss me much more than I miss him. I can still remember that every night before he go to bed he would went to my bedroom and sew me until I was 12. I`m not a excellent student in my school but he never give up me. Eventhough I have not do something successful to satisfy him and often disappoint him, he never stop encourage me to make more efforts to get what I want. He is a great father but I`m not a good son. I want to make myself more successful and make my parents be proud of me. But I haven`t make it. My father is not young any more and I`m not a boy any more. I hope I could make my dream come ture quickly .