"My father"

Remembering the winter of 2 years ago, it was 3am in the small rented house, the weather that day was very cold but I was still diligently writing, ideas kept popping up in my head along with the teacher's words engraved in my head making me forget the time. As a result, it was not until 5am that I finished the essay to submit it to the teacher early in the morning.

That was one of the most memorable memories of my student days, a memory deeply associated with my respected teacher - Mr. To Long.

I am an active girl, love business, so when I knew that in my study program there was a subject called "General Business Administration", I was very interested, I gave this subject special priority, I invested a lot of time and intelligence to study to get the best. At the end of the semester, I got an impressive score, the feeling of satisfaction and fulfillment of a female student is inevitable, but much bigger than that, in my mind, there is the image of a respected teacher.

Many times during breaks in class, I often talked to him about my thoughts in life. He always listened and gave me useful advice, suggestions that stimulated my thinking and action. Even though I no longer studied with him, I still kept in touch and asked him for his opinions on my plans in life.

Perhaps few people believe and know about my special circumstances. Since childhood, my parents divorced early. Growing up as a girl, I lacked the love of my father. I always felt like I lacked someone to guide and lift me up when I stumbled in life. However, I felt more secure as a student of my teacher.

At university, I felt so lucky, I received love and care from teachers, to me the life of a female student became more beautiful than ever when I was the child of a teacher. I once told him, to me he was like a father who was always ready to listen to his little child complain and I was always ready to tell him about the changes in my life, about studying, about friends, even about love.

I myself am also aware that the teacher is very busy, besides me he has many other students, so I also try not to affect his work. However, from the day I became his student until now, there has never been a time when I did not feel happy when talking to him, although there were many times when I was depressed, but after talking to him I feel much better.

Many times my friends asked me, am I your nephew or relative or why are you so nice to me? I still smile and tell everyone clearly that I am your student. A true student, I respect my teacher. From the classroom to life, I always consider him as a role model.

I don't know much about him, with the car he drives, many people tell me he's very rich, I appreciate him even more because of his simplicity and closeness. I also know many students of his department, everyone thinks like me. In many school activities, especially football tournaments, I really appreciate the image of teachers going to the field to cheer for their students, the same goes for him, he always takes time to go to the field even though he's sometimes very busy, his presence seems to create more motivation for the students.

Time flies so fast, now I am a senior student, the past experiences help me understand more deeply the teacher's teachings. The stumbles in life in Hanoi make me stronger, love and appreciate this life more. I am still preparing my luggage day by day for my beloved school called University of Social Sciences and Humanities. I realize my own responsibility, especially when the teacher said he was proud to have a student like me. Every time I have an achievement, I always want to show it off to the teacher to make him happy, my actions are like a little child wanting to please his father from the smallest things.

That is the Humanity in me, the sacred and noble teacher-student relationship. Here, I learned knowledge from my teachers, learned how to live a useful life for myself and for the community. I want to turn my dreams and plans that I shared with my teacher into reality. I hope that one day, when I grow up, I will come to see my teacher and my happy little family so that he will always be proud of me.

I want to tell you, "Teacher, no matter how grown up or busy I am, I will always remember you. I will tell my children the lessons you taught me, and teach my children to be respectful and polite to their teachers."

Thank you very much!