He is a man of few words. Perhaps I have no opportunity to talk with him. When i get up in the morning, he’s already gone to the company for earn money. He always come back home late at night, so it’s hard to see him. The next day he’s gone again before I wake up. I’m not on good terms with him.

  He is a smoker. Actually he smokes heavily. Our room is always full of cigarette smoke. When he smokes, the sight of his back seems shabby person to me. His smoking has a bad affect our family. I swear I’ll never do smoking. I hate to smoke.

When I was a soldier, i was drilled very hard that I had never experienced. In those days, I didn’t know that why I was reminded of him. I thought he was doing much harder than I. While my mother takes care of me by love and happiness, he brought up me by sacrifice.

  The devotion of father for his child. Today he probably has to stay late at work again. That’s why I must study hard.