I remember, when I was growing up, that my mom would tell me stories about the kind acts my dad had done. One day, my dad met a close, long time friend of his in the downtown area. They talked for a while and his friend 1 that he didn't have money for 2 home. My dad gave him the 3 money he had, which was for his own train, so he just 4 home.
I also 5 these kind acts in our home. Dad would let me and my two younger brothers eat first but he would eat after us. He would 6 whatever was 7 on the table. I remember the days when his older brother would sometimes come to our house and 8 money for his kid's allowance(零花钱) in school and my dad would give him some. And when it was our time to ask for allowance he would tell us that he had no more money and we should ask our mom.
Dad was a 9 man and even after his death, there were many people who told me kind 10 that my dad had done for them, like 11 them food. He even 12 to help someone fix his roof and buy him a water pump when he had the money.
In my 13 life, I never met a man like my dad. For me, he was the kindest, most selfless man on Earth. He would always give 14 when he could and he gave it with a(n) 15 heart.
