My Father Affects Me
I am the only child in my family. I am the apple of my parents' eye. My mother gives me all the things I want. However, my father looks solemn. He never talks too much to me. Maybe he is busy all the time, and maybe he does not like to express his feelings. For this reason, I can remember all the things that happened between my father and me. A hero, he affects my whole life.
When I was seven years old, I was in primary school. I remembered clearly our teacher told us that we should tell our parents to cover our school books for us in order to protect them. When I came back home, my father did a really good job. He used calendars to make many styles of covers for my books. He showed me how to make a cover. I smelt a book's scent while watching my father construct book covers. I was really happy with how my books were covered. After one semester, our teacher told us to cover our books again. As usual, I asked my father to help me. My father said, "You should do it by yourself." I begged my father to do it for me, but my father never helped me again. Thus, I had to cover them by myself. I took scissors, glue, and calendars. I put a book on a calendar and surveyed the shape; I imitated my father to pack, to cut, and to glue. I forgot how long it took me to finish them. I just remembered all of the books' covers were too ugly, yet I was not sad because I did the whole process by myself and enjoyed it. Hence, I never asked my father to help me with it. I learned independence. Since then, when something is needed, I do not ask my father to help because I can figure it out unless it is too difficult or I really do not know how to tackle it.
During my second year in the middle school, I was fourteen years old. I did not like to study subjects, especially English. I really hated my English teacher that year, so I never listened in English class. I was