My Father
My dad, no celebrity dad. My father, not the best father in the world! My father, and an ordinary father like eight or ten fathers. An extraordinary nurturer, Lord and silent provider of needs. In fact, all fathers are one cool shade tree. Just as a tree gives shade, bears fruit, gives fuel, gives wood, gives oxygen for survival… so does a father give shade, give the necessary fruit-fuel-wood supply. Give the oxygen to live with one's head held high in the society. My father, a cool shady tree. But my father is nothing special! Rather the father is just specialized. Be it mine or someone else's. It is easy and logical to make my father the best father in the world with child-friendly bias. He holds so many qualifications. But it will only catch the individual father! The father's name will be lowered. Because only father is the best, be it my father or someone else. Although my dad is not the best dad in the world! But my father is my world. My father, my hero. Shelter of my inspiration. In this age of reckless dynamism, he is not only the nurturer, the Lord, and the provider of necessities, but something greater. From a young age, I wanted to be like all the heroes, super heroes, bypassing them. That's the best person I've ever met. Honest and truthful, nice and charismatic. I am proud to be able to try to be like her, I am proud to be her child. Probably all children have the right to be proud of their father
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