He is a doctor. He is always busy with work. Since I could remember, he has never spent a whole weekend to stay with me. He goes to the hospital very early before I get up, and comes back home after I sleep. But I doesn't matter at all. He is a hero to me. He devotes almost all the time to his patients, and many lives are saved.
He always says, a man should have dignity, integrity, honor, and most of all, be helpful to others. This affects me deeply, so I work hard so that someday I can be the man like my father.