My Father, My Hero
Fathers are the most important
thing in the world. He is there when you are sad, he is there when you are in
trouble, and he is there when you need him. He is the one that helps you in
your problems whether it is simple or complicated. If the most important thing in the world, gone
and lost forever, what will you do?
My dad, Arturo F. Arandela is the
best dad that I could ever wish for. He is kind, reliable, and generous and
most of all, a caring father. He is and Electronic Communication Engineer. He is
also a teacher in some ways. He teaches everything he knows from computer to
science and mathematics. He is also a sporty one. He loves to play badminton,
tennis, Ping-Pong and bowling. My dad is also a black belt in aikido and judo. He
taught me how to defend myself and to protect others. My dad is also an artist,
he likes to paint, sketch and draw. He taught me all about drawing and painting.
My dad also loves to watch movies. Every time he goes home after work. He always
buys DvD’s and watch it with us.
One day my mother and father had
problems. My mother wants to work abroad but my father wouldn’t let her. My mother
and father got separated. My dad takes care of us while my mother is working
abroad. My dad is always on our side. My father provides us everything we need.
He bought us school supplies, cloths and everything we need. He will give
anything for us as long as we’re happy. The best gift that he gave me is the
shoes that I always wear. After a year when my mom and dad got separated. We spend more time together. We played
badminton and tennis together. My dad invites me to go and play bowling. We played
computer games together. After the past years we had so much fun together.
After that. My dad stops to go home
with us. And all I know for months, that he was with another woman. I was
shocked but I am not angry with him. Next thing I know. My dad had a disease
that he kept it as his secret in order for us to not to worry about him. September
12, 2011. My dad, whom I loved the most, was killed by his disease. The disease
that my father got was pneumonia. After I heard about it. All I can do is cry
and cry and cry. I do know what to do besides crying at his funeral.
“Never abandon you dreams. As long
as you’re alive. Keep moving forward.” That
what my dad once told me when I struggle in my 1st year high school.
Cherish every second of your life
with your father. We don’t know what time it is when the most important thing
in your life were gone and lost forever.
THE
END
Hi! :) Arthur Benedict C. Arandela, Ar for short and Thursday for long. :D
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