My father is a silent person. He was born in working-class. His enthusiasm, ambition, and ideals cannot be realized. If he want to satisfy these became the problem of his child-life. Because of his environment was crude and rough and raw.
He had no outlook, but rather an up look. His place in society was at the bottom. There life offered nothing but sordidness and wretchedness, both of the flesh and the spirit. Therefore, his mind the only way out was up.
He was left his the most love hometown, study and work in Taipei. Finally, he was fall in love with my mother and married to her in Taipei. He has too much responsibility to family, so more hard works that let we can live in Taipei.
I love my father very much, I want to tell him, happy father day.
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