The Man I Respect Most

There is only 1 man (beside my dad) I respect deeply in this life. There is only 1 man in this life I fancy, not because he’s extremely gorgeous. Nor because his wealth. I respect him for what he has done for his parents, especially his late father.

The person that I respect is a simple person, but smart for sure. He returned to his hometown when he found that his dad was sick. For two years stayed awake until late night to change dad’s diapers. He threw away his dad’s poo and wiped him. He prepared his dad’s milk at night. He was with his dad until his dad’s last day.

Sure this man ain’t an angel. He was tired. He was angry because he had to do all the things by himself. He had to work and took care of his parents, both mum and dad. He’s a human, like you and me, but managed his time, energy and emotion well. So no matter what happened he stood still to protect his parents.

With a parent like mine, how could I not respect him deeply? How could I not fancy a man who changed his dad’s diapers and prepared milk every single night? How could I not see him wonderful? I am nothing compared to him. I didn’t do much for my late dad.

Geek, I envy you. You did all your best to your father, and I didn’t. You are an angel inside. It’s an honour to know you in person.