Dad in My Life

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Lynh Tran Dad in my life Most girls think they are closer to their mother than father, because they think mom can understand them more than dad can do. However, I’m opposite; in my mind, the person who has the most influent person in my life is my father. The way he has been raising me up is very extraordinary, and it took a long time for me to understand. For my Dad, a successful person is the one who does not depend on anything or anyone. Therefore, from the time I turned ten, my Dad decided not to drive me to school every morning. I had to take a bus. In order to be in class on time, I had to be at the bus stop at 5:30; before that, I was supposed to wake up at 5am and be ready. The first time riding a bus to school was such a nightmare. I tried everything to avoid taking it: not feeling well, crying, even asking my mom for help. Unluckily, Dad didn’t change his mind. The only thing I received from him was a slap on my right cheek: red, hot, painful and sad. I didn’t understand why he did that to me; therefore I hated him for a long time. However, after taking the bus for 3 years, my mind changed completely. Besides going to school by bus everyday, I then could go anywhere with friends by buses, and never lose the way home. I asked myself what I would have been if dad did not let me ride a bus. While leading me to be an independent person, my Dad taught me, in his own word, “not to sleep in a victory”. I love drawing. I always got high grades for every art projects from elementary to high school. Instead of being proud of me, or saying something to encourage me, my dad gave me a smile and said: “Try harder next time”; then he walked to his room. Me, one more time, I could not get his purposes of doing that. I wished he would do something bigger to cheer me up, not by a smile and a short sentence. Then one month after, I was
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