When I was a child, I thought my father was a hero. He taught me how to use the computer. He could figure out what had gone wrong with a household appliance such as an electric cooker and fix it up within a couple of minutes. He could help me work out maths problems that baffled even my maths teacher at school. It seemed that there was nothing under the sun that Father could not do. I could not have worshipped him more then.

However, as I grew older, the impressions that Father made on me became worse and worse. I still remember the first time when I found him dead wrong about something, but he would not admit it. It was not until then that I realised Father could not be right forever.

As time went by, we ended up quarrelling more and more frequently. I was to blame for some of the verbal fights while he was responsible for the others. One day Father made mistakes which I considered unforgivable. Therefore, in my eyes, he lost authority as a father. After that, I started to have bad thoughts about him.

Now I know I was wrong. No one is perfect. Father is just a human. He has weaknesses, and he has made unjustifiable mistakes, but notwithstanding everything, he is not fake. He is still my hero.