My Father

When I was a child, my father was my idol. My father is just a farmer but he liked to read fiction and fairy tales a lot. He often told me and my siblings those stories before we went to bed. All my childhood memories are always with him.
When I studied in Elementary School to High School, my father usually rode me on the back of his old bike. He got up at 4.00 a.m to take me to school even it was very cold. I held him tight and looked at his back. At that time, I only wanted to cry because I know my father always protects me and loves me.

However, my father is not a perfect man. he is absent-minded all the time. I used to scold him because of that. But now, I really regret because I find that I am also absent-minded like him.  When other people scold me, I feel sad and disappointed of myself and I know the feeling of my dad at that time. My dad! he was not my idol anymore, but he is my beloved forever.