The Shine to My Eyes
He is an average height man who weighs about 150 pounds. His eyes are baggy, tired, and green. The first few eye lashes are curled and the ending ones are straight. His eyes are the face of his heart. They spark when they see me smile and become waterfalls, when they see me cry. His hair is black and has a few gray hairs. His hands are rough from the hard work, but become soft when they clean my tears. His legs are getting weak from the long way they have walked. His smile brings along two little holes to his cheeks. His appearance makes him look serious and stubborn. This man is my father.
My father has always been in my life, from the day I first opened my eyes to the present moment. Dad is a teacher, a guide, and a source of strength and support. I look up to him with loving trust and pride. With a willing hand to lend, he is a helper, an adviser and my friend. He showed me the stars and taught me how to reach them. It is he who has gone beyond being a father to always have me smiling.
My father’s appearance may be deceptive. Many of my friends have mention my father seems like a bitter man. Reality is that my father’s heart could be touched by a kid. My father is a child with his grandkids and a husband to his wife. His granddaughter loves to play roles and knows her grandfather will go along with it. Dad likes to play with his grandson, cars, soccer or anything to keep him smiling. My father’s clumsiness is part of his humor. For instance, the time he got off the car and slip. At first we were scared, but Dad quickly got up. He then got in the car and burst out laughing. My father would give anything for the happiness of his family even though he might not feel himself at times.
My father does not only have a cheerful spirit, but has plenty of patience. It was dad who had the patience to teach me step by step how to tie my shoes. When my mother got stressed trying to teach me a...