My Father

Among all members in my family, the person whom I respect most is my father. Although he is now in his late forties, he looks quite young and fit. My father has a medium height, and he is a little bit fat like many other men of his age. There are some wrinkles on his broad forehead and around his bright brown eyes. Those wrinkles, together with a dark complexion create a serious look on my father’s square face. As my father is a farmer, he has to work very hard to support our family life as well as my brother’s study and mine. However, he usually spends his very little free time reading newspaper and watching news on television. The personality that I admire him most is his devotion to our big extended family. When any member has troubles, my father usually does his best to find the right solution. However, he is very strict if we do anything wrong, which has created an image of a bossy man in my childish mind. Whenever being told what to do or being forbidden to do something, I thought that my father and I were as different as chalk and cheese. It was not until I left my home and managed my own life that I realized how useful his advice is. There may be differences between us, but I am always grateful to my father for his advice and devotion.