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What can you remember from the past? I can remember them all. I can remember every moment when I realized that I am a human being. A lot of people call it some kind of superpower. Specifically, "Super Memory". Maybe because of that ability, I am an imaginative person and especially sensitive to everything. Some people around me will find it strange, and some will think I'm a liar. "liar" because they can't remember what they did, but I can. I'm lazy to explain. Because talking too much won't get anything. Instead, I choose to be silent and smile. My life is a long page with lots of challenges. My life is a race without a winning line. When I was two or three years old, I could clearly speak Vietnamese - my native language. At the age of four, I could read the newspaper babble. My dad loves to buy newspapers every morning when he goes to work and every morning when he comes home from a hard night shift. It was the newspapers of that day that trained my ability to study literature and learn words to be the best. That's also why my writing is always better than math. Currently, I still keep my habit of reading newspapers, just changing from black ink newspapers to electronic ones. My father is an employee of a warehouse company. He's in charge of repairing and driving a forklift to load containers. Outside of work as a worker, my father is good at everything. He can cook, can plant trees, can repair household appliances… For me, he's a talented engineer. As for my mother, when I was a child, she was a sewing teacher. Later, when I was about 2 or 3 years old, my mother quit her job, did laundry at home, and sometimes cooked rice wine to sell. In fact, at best, I couldn't even tell what my mother's job was. She does everything to earn every penny to take care of her family. I can remember everything very well, but every time I fill out the personal information form that the school gives out every year, I suddenly feel empty because I can't remember exactly what my parents' job is. It's funny, isn't it? Because I cannot write "I see my parents doing everything". The house that I live in is located in a very narrow alley just large enough for a motorbike to run in. In addition, the area is only equal to the yard of the neighbor's house. It will not be strange when waking up every morning, the sound of the washing machine rumbling is the alarm bell. It should come as no surprise when the house is filled with clothes. But I have never been self-conscious about my life. I am innocent and happy to receive gifts from somebody every month. At that time, I thought that was because I did something good, so I received the gift. Later, I realized that, Ah, they come from a charity. My parents are not doctors or engineers. So, all the money that parents make is the amount of sweat and tears. I remember very well there was a time when my family had a financial crisis. At that time, my father only had 10 dong in his wallet. He took that money to buy milk for me. I wondered and still couldn't understand why my father had to buy milk for me while at school, still serving breakfast and lunch for students. He can fully use that money to buy Banh Mi for breakfast. Actually, he didn't want me to be disadvantaged in front of my classmates. He didn't want me to have to feel ashamed to see other classmates in the class having dessert, and his daughter did not. I was not a child who was close to my parents, especially my father. But the first essay describes a person that I love the most. I wrote about Dad. The reason was that almost most classmates wrote about their mother. Look for sample essays, and lectures all about mom. But of course, Dad only scattered a few articles. Because everyone's default of Dad's isn't as good as Mom's. For many people, a mother is a closest and most loving person to their children. But perhaps I'm more fortunate when my life is not well-off but filled with my parents' love. My father is not a person who knows how to express his feelings with words, he uses actions to demonstrate his ability to be a good father. He's a talented chef. When I was a kid, I thought that my father's cooking was a family heirloom. But actually, when he got home from work after a night shift, he would stop by the public library to read up on books about food recipes. Then he goes home and customizes the dishes in his own style. My family eats very "luxury". Each meal will have fish or a meat dish. So that's the reason my mother is angry with my father, because he always buys a lot of expensive food.  But my father just laughed and said, "Eating shouldn't be saved, now I cook delicious food for our children. Later, when they grow up, they will understand that they want to eat well. They know how hard they must work well.” When I was still with my parents, I still didn't like the way my father was angry, because his grumpy personality was very difficult. But then, after leaving my family and going to a faraway country to study, I seemed to feel the words and actions that my father had for me. I am proud to have a good father like him. I love the food my dad cooks. I love being praised by him. Would love to see Dad smile. As everyone says, Mother is the most irreplaceable person in everyone's life. My mother is a traditional standard woman. The reason I call her traditional is that she has some very traditional ideas. For example, I had to wait until I graduated from college to fall in love. My mom and I often argue about these things haha. In the past, my mother and I would definitely quarrel, but now when it comes to this issue, my mother still feels suspicious about my gender and worldview. Because I feel love is a very scary thing. I hate getting into trouble. Especially the toxic stories that come from love. In addition to having disagreements in thoughts, my mother is a very good person and, for me, is very gentle. She is easily angry but is extremely good at enduring. That's why so many people want to be "her mother". I don't like my mother's stubbornness, and I don't like the way that she accepts when others say bad things about her. Although I'm the opposite of my mother, she is an indispensable person in my life. She agreed to do everything so that I could go to school and take extra classes in the evening. Mom would be very sad if she found out that I went to extra classes but was more interested in talking to my friends than studying knowledge. Surely, the fact that my father worked day and night outside made me feel more sorry for him, so I sometimes gradually forgot that my mother worked as hard as my father. My mother did not dare to buy new clothes, she chose to take the motorbike to a second-hand store. If the shirt is torn, patch it up. I sometimes wonder if I, in the future, will be able to become a mother who would do anything to make children better and will be like my mom. I'm not a talented person, and I'm not even a good kid. I often make my mother sad. I really want to say sorry. But I didn't know how to say it. I miss her very much. So much so that, right now when I'm writing a text, I just want to go home and hug my mom. My mother is good at enduring. Good at enduring when people scolded her, good at enduring when people looked down on her. Perhaps because my mother did not graduate from college, nor was she rich, and even less voiceless because she was poor. I hate people criticizing and belittling my mother. I still miss and hate them. Hate them just because they look down on my family when they just see our appearance. Although my mother is not highly qualified, she is an important factor in being able to help my family's life better. When I was a kid, I couldn't do anything. But later, when I grow up, I want to be my mother's bodyguard. I want to protect her from anything that could hurt her. “My mom is willing to sacrifice everything to get the best life for her children. But what I have done since childhood until now makes her sad. I thought to myself, can I do better, Mom? Or just a failure of society and an incompetent child of parents?"