I see the person, (my favourite person) who is my father. not only that he was my father, he is my friend, he is my dream and aim, which can be never set. my father who compromise any thing for me. my father who sacrifise all, but not supporting the guilty for anyone. the guilty may be different types, but he do no like this guilty, My father ,who decided some openion for my future. but few persons do not like him. I do not believe that he has to be left that place, where I belong. I can not comfortable the moment. but it has no way. without dream man has to be made a crueal stone or a hipocreate. but I can not need my life without my father. now we can not remark him, but his elegibility has to be learned many subject. but I did not want his absence. in spite of that,my pain has to bring water from my eyes.oh! my father!
