I Love My Dad
My dad is the nicest, most hardworking person ever. He's owned his own construction business for as long as I can remember. When I was in grade school I remember being so proud of him and even handing out his business cards to my classmates because he was my hero. Everything he builds is the very best it could possibly be down to the last detail. I thought that surely the guy who builds places for other people to live was the most important man in the world. It was a sad day when I realized that construction workers weren't very high on the totem pole in terms of respect. Right now I'm helping him put siding on a house. Well, not right now because I'm writing this. Anyway, my point is, life isn't fair. My dad works so hard every day just to put food on the table and pay child support and bills. He never gets to do anything fun. Why is it always the best people who have the worst luck?
