Father was my first teacher and is my dear friend. When I was a little girl, I used to sit on my fathers knees, listening to his stories. The storyTwo friends and a Beartold mea friend in need is a friend indeed.I will never forget the storyMadame Curiewhich tells me a truthwhere there is a will,there is a way.Fathers stories enriched my life and did a lot of good to my growth.

　　When I was seven years old,I started primary school.I was young,so my father picked me up from school every day.On the way,I told father everything that happened at school.Father listened carefully and always smiled happily. Sometimes I sang a beautiful song. My sweet and lovely voice gave my father the greatest pride.My father is always proud of me. He hopes I will make great progress in my study. Now I have made up my mind to study harder and harder.

　　Im sure my fathers love will lead me to my success and I will love him forever!