My Family: My Father

Because I live, my father will stay in my mind and thought. Every time I see my face, I can see some of his physical characteristics through a mirror. He is not only my biological father but also an inspiration in my life. He constantly motivated me to work hard for my dreams I could not achieve. In return, I would like to prove myself. With his personality, his role, and undoubted generosity, my father is the one who can make the most impact on me. On the other hand, my father's personality is not surprising even if it is abnormal, it is the simplest thing I know.

This is a picture of me sitting in Belvedere, which was buried in Tulsa time capsule in 1957 and was excavated in 2007. I am 4 years old this year. My family and my father hugged me behind the crowd when I was elected and asked me to take me ahead. I know this because I saw this movie online - my father dead now is very young, very surprised, looks very happy, takes me to the front. My mother smiled following him. My brother did not appear in the clip - he was in front of the crowd and had to be 8 years old, and I feel independent.

Another brother of my father (the third child of my father's family) lives in Hong Kong last year to visit my father and everyone else. It's time. He lived with his family during the summer, but he was never happy (this does not mean that his young adult is not angry). He was more inspired than he had been aware of the need to spend time with his family although he had not seen his family for 40 years (my grandmother always keeps in touch with him and what I gave him to him for ten years) and I still have some kind of contact with him and my father's family

All families have several subjects not mentioned. In my case, this is the death of my father. The time I spent with my family since my father died when I was 5 years old was chores. As my father can not do anything ridiculous, his way of death is ridiculous, and even more ridiculous is that his death has never occurred. Inevitably the entire game slips and he walks through the wall without thinking or drops the external residue of his dead puddle on the floor of the whole hall, my mother becomes the wall of the kitchen Loosen another part of your favorite porcelain.

My father is one of the four sons; the youngest of the four have died. My father also has sisters who are the fourth brothers of the family whose family died of 55 years old breast cancer in April 2011. Her death did not touch my father's side like his brother's death. My sister 's family is not as good for us as his brother and wife (they have never had an additional child). Every week, my father and his other brother (the second son of the family and his mother drink coffee at their favorite McDonald's and update each other's things in their life)