I believe that most of the times, when people are supposed to write about someone, they usually write about their mom, I have done that a million times and every mom deserves it but, also dads, so I am going to write about mine. My dad, his name is David. He was born on January 22nd of 1972. He is the man that I admire the most in the world, he is the most hard-working, kind-hearted, honest, funny, intelligent, dedicated, patient, charismatic person ever (there´s a million other words to describe him). He has always been there for me when I needed it, he always wakes up at 6:00 am to leave my brother at school so later, he´ll go for work. He stays at work more than he is supposed to, making every cent he can so my mom, my brother, him and I can live in comfort and not worry about tomorrow. He is the one that goes to the stores with me and my mom, carries the bags and waits for us outside of the dressing room without saying a word of complaint. When I don´t understand something, he explains it to me. He even makes me laugh when I am about to cry but, most importantly, he loves me with all his heart and I know that I can always count on him no matter the situation. I counldn´t have asked for a better dad, I am so so so grateful for having him on my life and having the priviledge of being his daughter. So, yes, he might be just another human on this world but, I can say that my world would be destroyed without him.