There are four people in my family: my father, my mother, my sister and me. I always believe that my mother is the most important person in my small family; she takes good care of her two children and always does the best things for them. I'm a boy, I'm seventeen years old, and my sister is older than me by one year age. I'm the youngest and the naughtiest in my family, so I often make my mom get so much tired more than anyone else. She still smile with me although she gets angry follow the easiest way. My mother was the tallest in my house but that changed when I had my fifteenth birthday. My mother is a businesswoman, she works at my grandma's building (not old but new enough for her big family to live in), which isn't larger than a factory but I spent almost my childhood in there. My mother is more hardworking than anyone I know, she can take care of my grandma's health while making necessary deals in business and look at my study to make sure I'm fine. Her food isn't yummier than a restaurant's but it's really special for me, and now I'm missing that too much.
My father, a perfect man with love, is the oldest and shortest (not too much but enough to call "shortest") in my family. My father is friendlier than my mother, he taught me everything in several years and school helped also. Mom and Dad fill my world with love, although sometimes they yell at me louder than any noise on the road. In my happy family, dad is the fattest, because he drank lots of beer. He is a doctor of broken bones, so he has many relationship in social groups. It doesn't matter to me, but it make my mom less happy than anything else. My father is a busy man, but if I get sick, he always gives me good medicine, it make me feel better than eat yummy food or fresh fruit from mom. Dad is the easiest person to get along with, when I was a little boy, I often turned off his news channel and meanwhile opened my superman DVD with high volume, I lied on hammock, beside him and we watched it together.
