Like most fathers my father cares about his family a lot. I can't remember him going anywhere by himself, except to work. He always was taking one of my brothers or me with him. Even if he was working weekends he would take me to work. He had a huge office and I could play however I wish. Indeed in every moment of my life I can remember my father. I thought that world spans around my father. When I was in kindergarten my father would pick me up everyday.
Now my father is 65 years old. He is retiered five years ago. He is tall and broadshouldered, has light brown skin color, short balck and white hair, wide face, wide lips and big eyebrows. When he is walking he has a very big pace. So my mother sometimes calls him "ostrich' or "camel".
