Narrative Essay: My Father 3 Pages 809 Words

When my grandmother told me, "You are like your father," she meant that our minds are very similar. I realized that my grandmother was absolutely correct when I grew up and had enough wisdom to understand myself. My personal role is very similar to my father's role, such as not being bored, noisy, time critical. But sometimes I think that he can not bear a bit because I do not always think like my father.

My father is a middle-aged man and looks much younger than most of his age group. Unlike his friends, he is nearly fifty years old, with little hair and little whiskers. Also, he usually cuts his hair every two weeks, so his face always looks smart. For his daily outfit, his father had only four or five different outfits, but they were very clean and polite. When I see my father, I can always find his clean, neat and dignified

As a daughter, I think my father is a mighty man even if my father is 5 feet 6 inches and weighs 122 pounds. Usually, he is the decision maker of this family. From everything to the important things that happened to him. The house, the father needs to know them. My sister and I always respect him with fear. As we are small, my father said that when an adult speaks to us, we can not come back nor compromise with them. For us, it is the law the father speaks. Therefore, we need to follow it without asking questions.

At home, whenever you want to do something, first ask for his permission. Whenever my friend invites me to the party or go out for meals, I will not inform my father where I am going, who I am going to and when I will go home. It will not. According to one of his rules is t

My father is a dermatologist. I was a bit scared of this word when I heard that language for the first time when I was young. I think such loanwords are my father's identity. My father! I have lived with him forever, I do not know whether he is also a dermatologist. I have not thought of anyone to tell me. Dermatology, this occupation, colorful. It has texture and talent. Everyday I have plenty of books on his desk, but long plain texts are most useful for breaking inflamed skin paintings. Obviously these luxurious gamuts are photos of sickness, they are conveyed in a dermatitis package, and they come to me without pain or sound. In the river of this information there is the word VD and STD, its colorful genitalia, leprosy and rash, other luxurious textured and colored surfaces, psoriasis.

My father gave me my ear, my heart, I need to talk and listen. My mother wrote her in her heart - in her heart and in her heart - a letter she wrote, a letter she wrote, a note she sang every time she gets on the bus. I think that she gave them to my father as well.