My Favourite Family Member

Every evening,as i am doing my school work in my room,the familiar sound of my father's car reaches my ears.I imagine his Satria coming up the driveway,the engine purring to a stop.I know that in a few moments,my father will be pausing outside my door,looking in quietly,so as not to stir me from my concentration.I know we will feel pleased as he watches me studying.
My father at 53 years,has thinning hair swept back from his forehead.He has a slim and athletic body.His broad shoulders and rather serioys demean our give him an air of authority.Yet,behind his steel-rimmed glasses are soft,kind eyes.
My father has always been my source of encouragement when i was very young he would take a book from our small home library and read aloud to me every night.Secure and loved,on his lap,i was introducedto the fascinating realm of books.He would read stories and parables from the Bible.Thus,he instilled in me a sense God's presence in this world.
I remember how,as he was reading,my father would point out the spelling of worlds.Then one day,he instructed me to read the words for myself.To our shared delight,i found that i was able to do so.From that day on wards,i was the one who would read a loud,with his gentle correction every now and then.Soo after that,i was picking up the books and reading them on my own.I become quite a book worm.
As i grey into boyhood,my bookish ways and disunterest in outdoor games made me overweight,clumsy and rather unfit.One day,my father stood observing me as i was running to a field,just 50 yards away.I arrived there,huffing and puffing.Worriedly,he told me that he would not like to see his son grow up into an unhealthy man.
From that day on wards,he started to take me on jogs.At first,i was a most reluctant jogger.However,these days,as i stand perched on the peak of Bukit China,breathing deeply after a good run,i remember his words,"A healthy body breeds a healthy mind ".
My father a stire of wise sayings which may seem common to some but always strike the correct note with me.Once,when i was really depressed,he put an arm around my shounders and gently asked me what was troubling me.Lifting my bowed head,i poured out my heart's discontent.After listening,he consoled me.Then he said,"smile, and the world around you will smile".Somehow,i was able to smile in spite of my problems.
At another time,when i was about to give up on a task,he advised me,"if a job deserves to be done,it deserves to be done well".Somehow,his words gave me the strength to try again,and i was abke to succeed.Since then, whenever i feel daunted by a task,his advice always comes to mind and this spurs me on to persevere.
Looking back,i realise that every step of the way,through my childhood and adolescence,my father has been there for me whenever i needed him.When i was sick,he would rush me to the doctor.When i was sick at heart,he would know just the right things to say.In any kind of trouble,i would just have ti give him a call.He would surely be there.
I am only a few years away from adulthood and know that many more challenges lie a head to me.However,i can be sure that my father will be there,looking out for me all the way.