Family

My Dad is my real hero because he is the most special person in my life. He was a hard worker. He was a mechanic. My mom left us when I was 3 months old. From the day my mom left us behind, he became fully responsible for us. At that time my brother was one and half years older than me. My dad - gave us a bath, he cleaned the house, he cooked for us and he changed my diapers. At that time in our country we used underwear made from cotton cloths as a diaper. He couldn’t afford to buy new cotton cloths every day, that’s why he washed them by hand every day to reuse. It was the hardest job for a man to do in my country. Every day he spent most of his time with us. Besides he was working half a day.  He was a high ranking employee in his company and he won many awards. He was trying his best to keep our family together and happy. He was working hard to make money for our family. He loved his children. That is all the neighbours would say!

He was always teaching us good values & morals. He couldn’t buy anything we would like to have unless necessary.

My Dad was helping us with our studies. He dropped us off and picked us up from school.  And he always supported us. During the weekend he took us to visit our mom at her house.  My Dad was the most precious gift from God. He was a loving father and the most gracious person I have ever seen in my life. He wanted me to become a good human being like him. That’s why I called him my hero. My dad was a very cool, fun and responsible person. Everyone loved him.

When I was at the age of 10 I lost him suddenly and tragically. I had learned a lot of things under his guidance. The most important lesson that my dad had taught me was to be disciplined, a good person and hard working. Those things are the key ingredients to achieving success in life.

 Nowadays, I hear most people call their country “Motherland” to show the value and respect of their country. I respect the idea, but in my case I want to hear the country be called “Fatherland” instead of Motherland. That’s my opinion, to show the value of my father who was a good role model for us as a hero and as a mother.

Today, I am just turning 29 years old, and I wish to hold his hand and hug him to make him feel he raised me well; as he wanted. And to tell him I am proud to be called by his name. At this moment, the only choice I have is just to wish him to rest in peace. My lovely dad, I promise you that I will keep your name in my successes.

Love you Daddy!