To whom I look up to.

 In the story of my life, the brightest chapter is written by my father. Though he is a simple layman, to me he is a man richer than kings — rich in wisdom, discipline, and countless skills. He is the silent architect of my dreams and the guiding light that shapes my path.

Whenever the world slows down, I see him sitting quietly with a book in his hands, turning pages as if he is speaking to knowledge itself. His love for reading has always inspired me deeply. Often, he reminds me, “A teacher must read to teach.” Those words echo in my heart like a timeless lesson, pushing me to grow wiser each day.

My father also taught me to respect the world around me. He dislikes untidiness and always says, “This earth is not only for humans but also for gods, deities, and every living being.” Through his words, I learned that cleanliness is not just a habit but a form of respect for life itself.

Beyond his wisdom, he is gifted with many talents — calligraphy that flows like poetry, carpentry that breathes life into wood, and knowledge of astrology that reads the language of the stars. Watching him, I realized that true greatness lies in being humble yet endlessly capable.

Today, I carry his teachings like precious treasures within me. I dream of living the way he lives — with discipline in my actions, kindness in my heart, and many talents in my hands. To the world, he may be an ordinary man, but to me, he is my greatest role model, my quiet hero, and the poetry behind my life.