My father was very strong and very smart person. All his life he worked very hard. He was born in big poor family, in a small village. When he was thirteen he left his family. He lived in big city and began to take care of himself . At night he worked. In the morning he went to school. After a few years he was a success. His face always looked serious,but his heart was very soft like a sponge. I remembered his elegant clothing and he always looked neat. A tall man, with short curly hair, smooth shaved cheeks. He was elegant and looked like a nice big Christmas tree.He was honest and helpful . He loved his family a lot, and he took care of us. He could solve any problem.He taught me about life.I lost my father four months ago and I really miss him a lot.