From the moment I was born my dad had a heavy influence on me. He made me the way I am now.
He always let me spend time together with my friends, let me have tons of sleepovers, and always got me what I wanted. As good as it all sounds it came with a price, work. My dad always made me read books and do extra math. I hated it but I never would admit how it helped.
He always pushed me to take the extra step and go ahead. He always made me do something extra like playing soccer or chess instead of letting me watch TV. I never realized how much it helped me. Even though he taught me all these things I never listened. I made careless mistakes and always wondered where I went wrong. It took me a while, but I slowly realized what he was saying was right and I never got to admit that to him
My dad was a responsible man, one of the most hardworking I’ve ever seen. He drives hours just to take me to my friend’s house, to school, and camp. I admire him for that. He always helped people and would even helped out at my school. He started this thing at my school, sandwich making where he would make sandwiches for the hungry.
He would say I’m quite the investment. He spent his money on me with hopes that I would work hard and live the life I wanted to. But most of all, he wanted me to be happy. He made me big breakfasts, lunches, and dinners. He drove me to all my friends so I would be happy. He made me do all that work so that in the end I would be happy because it helped.
He was one of my great reasons to be happy. For him I want to be better so that I could make him happy. Now I want to do all the things he would have wanted me to do. And I will do these things honoring him and what he did for me, because not only was he like a good father to others he was the best father for me.