My Father

My father seldom smiles and when he does, he would tell us stories about his life, his favorite band (The Beatles), and how he met my mother and how they brought us up. We often have some misunderstandings, but when he smiles, I somehow forget that I'm angry with him.

We sometimes quarrel about a lot of things, but one thing I appreciate is that he never failed to teach us things about life, how to be cautious from advantageous people, how to take care of each other as one family. Though his methods are rough and quite old-fashioned, I appreciate it all, because I would never be what I am now without him.

So don't ever wonder why I and my siblings know a lot of songs from yesteryears. It's all because our father shared something special with us - his smile.