My father is a single parent.

He raised my siblings and me when we were 9-10 months until we grew up

to become adults. Now he is 52 years old. His real age is 56, but a long time ago, he had told me that he
cheated on the law because he wanted to marry my mother, so he needed to hide and change his real
age. He is short around 166 cm, and he has a round face, a split chin, and small but round eyes. He also
has sallow tan skin. He always smiles with laughter, and I could describe his smile poetically as a simile. I
believe his smile is brighter than the sun. He is a warm person and very kind to people. A generous man
who always helps people in need.

All I know that he is a humorous and funny person. But I’m aware of his temperamental. He is always
with me every day. Wherever I go, he follows. Even though he has a chunky body, but still healthy as he
looks today, the secret way of his healthy body without having chronic diseases despite being a little fat
is his cooking. My father can cook better than women do. He never forgets to add and select nutritious
ingredients to make healthy food. One more thing about him, he never fully understands technology,
but he’s willing to learn as he knows he could be left behind in this era. He is the most important in my
life.