This man was handsome, hardworking, and filled with filial piety (respect and caring to parents). Although he was maybe only present for a year in my life for the past 6 years, and other than that we only begin to contact by phone frequently about two years ago, I still think that the memory he created with me were few of the happiest. For my entire life, people had always said that I look very alike my mom, until they meet my dad. I had his eyes, his fingers, his nose, and a his ear with the same birthmark. I used to think that how come a girl can look like a man, how can a female inherit the features of a male and still look feminine, but by looking at each other we laughed and understood. At the end, I wish life could go back to when this picture was taken; when I see him and mom every day, when I can play with friends until sunset and not worry about marks that much, when I was still playing piano and dancing and swimming and playing tennis, when my elementary school had delicious yet nutritious lunch delivered to class everyday; and I would never want to grow up.