THE APPLE OF THE EYE OF MY DAD
Every time I scan my modest sister’s picture, I am always reminded of her kindness. She had grown up with meaningful life that I couldn’t even measure how lucky is my mothers for having a daughter like her. A daughter like her is a precious gift to my parents for she always obeys what they want for her. Sometimes, I am zealous of her for she is valued much by them but I realize that it is just their way of showing her appreciation of her goodness.
I could still remember her goodness to me when we were young. She was the little girl whom I used to tell my secrets. Whenever I need her, she is always there for me. She really deserves my salute for her good heart. While I am away from home, she take care of my thing.
Her melodious voice bring her to her to the top. Her voice sound like an angel, so I really admire her. She is really a good singer. Her goodness is miscible with a talent that my father really likes about her. My dad call her 'apple" for she is the apple of his eye.
Apple is a good example of a good person. She has a good heart and pleasing attitude. Every time I teases her, she will just smile without getting mad which simply describe her as humble. No one of those who knows could deny her kindness.

