The person I admire

The person I admire the most is my mother. She is tall and slim. Her hair is long and black. It

shines under the sunlight. She has big brown eyes. Her face is oval and there are dimples

whenever she smiles. She is a housewife and she has sacrificed a lot for our family.

My mother is the most dedicated person. She gives her heart and soul for our family. She really

loves our family and wouldn’t change it for anything. Few people can match her love for our family.

Another quality that really stands out is her calm and patient. Whenever we’re naughty, she will

be patient with us and explains the reason for disciplining us. I never see her lose her temper

although we can be quite noisy and demanding.

As for myself, my mother has been a huge influence on me. She’s shown me how important it is

to be kind and unselfish. She is willing to help strangers in trouble. She believes that people in this

world should lend a hand to others who are in need. She gladly shares with others her knowledge

and experience. Thus, she is much sought after in my family.

I really like my mother and so does everyone in my family. Nobody ever has a bad word to say

about her. I hope I can gain that kind of respect from people in the future too.

THE PERSON I ADMIRE MOST

 In my life, my father had always been the person whom I admire most. My mum passed away in
the delivery room after my younger brother, Ahmad was born. Dad had never blamed Ahmad for
Mum’s death. Instead, he would go the extra mile and never give up on us: my younger brothers,
Farhan and Ahmad, and I, the only girl in the family. We were still toddlers at that time; only a
difference of two years.
Poor Dad! He never remarried for our sake. He doted on us so much that he was afraid a
stepmother might ill-treat us. He would wake up before dawn, prepared breakfast and did some of
the household chores. Then, he was off to work as a labourer in the construction site. As we were
living from hand-to-mouth, Dad took another job as a helper in his friend’s restaurant. Hence, we
seldom saw our dad as he would be out before we woke up and when he was home, we would be fast
asleep.
We grew up to be very independent children. We never missed Mum that much as we were
very young then. We knew exactly what to do without being told. We went to school happily and
had never played truant at all. Our results were our dad’s pride. In fact, Ahmad was the best in
academic performance. Farhan was a good athlete. My neighbours said that Farhan was a chip off
the old block. Dad was a good runner in his younger days. I was a good debater in school.
We owed our achievements to Dad. Dad was our role model, our pride and our sunshine. He
had never complained how hard he worked. Instead, he always had a smile for us. We could see the
wrinkles n his face and hands. His hands were rough and he looked haggard.
It was Dad’s birthday, so we had a surprise for him. On that day, Dad took a day off as we made
him promise so. Dad liked my chocolate cake very much. I had baked the cake with the help of my
neighbour. Farhan gave Dad the trophy he won for being the champion in the running event. Ahmad
came in and said, “Dad, I have no money to buy you a gift but I have a very special gift for you.” He
stood in front of Dad and then said with a clear voice, “Dad, you are everything to us. You are our
sunshine. You are our friend. You are our mother. You are our dear dad, a dad whom we would
always love and cherish.”
Tears flowed freely down Dad’s wrinkled cheeks. He hugged all of us. He then brought us to the
restaurant where he worked. Dinner was simple but we ate like horse. Dad beaming from ear to ear,
looked at us and said, “Do keep in mind, my dear children. You must work together if Dad is not
around.” Dad passed away when we were already working. We do miss Dad very much.