he is not my father

Teacher : How old is your father ? Kid : He is 6 years old Teacher : What? How is that possible? Kid : He became my father only when I was born.. Logic!!

Teacher : How old is your father ? Kid : He is 6 years old Teacher : What? How is that possible? Kid : He became my father only when I was born.. Logic!!

I just want to give my real opinion about her father: His father is the best character that the author make, but he is the worst character in the story.

for the last, he only remembers that he has a father when he asks for something but to help him as if giving him a better technique or something, there he forgets that he has father XD for the last, he only remembers that he has a father when he asks for something but to help him as if giving him a better technique or something, there he forgets that he has father XD for the last, he only remembers that he has a father when he asks for something but to help him as if giving him a better technique or something, there he forgets that he has father XD for the last, he only remembers that he has a father when he asks for something but to help him as if giving him a better technique or something, there he forgets that he has father XD for the last, he only remembers that he has a father when he asks for something but to help him as if giving him a better technique or something, there he forgets that he has father XD for the last, he only remembers that he has a father when he asks for something but to help him as if giving him a better technique or something, there he forgets that he has father XD for the last, he only remembers that he has a father when he asks for something but to help him as if giving him a better technique or something, there he forgets that he has father XD for the last, he only remembers that he has a father when he asks for something but to help him as if giving him a better technique or something, there he forgets that he has father XD

WHO rides there so late through the night dark and drear? The father it is, with his infant so dear; He holdeth the boy tightly clasp'd in his arm, He holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm. "My son, wherefore seek'st thou thy face thus to hide?" "Look, father, the Erl-King is close by our side! Dost see not the Erl-King, with crown and with train?" "My son, 'tis the mist rising over the plain." "Oh, come, thou dear infant! oh come thou with me! Full many a game I will play there with thee; On my strand, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold, My mother shall grace thee with garments of gold." "My father, my father, and dost thou not hear The words that the Erl-King now breathes in mine ear?" "Be calm, dearest child, 'tis thy fancy deceives; 'Tis the sad wind that sighs through the withering leaves." "Wilt go, then, dear infant, wilt go with me there? My daughters shall tend thee with sisterly care My daughters by night their glad festival keep, They'll dance thee, and rock thee, and sing thee to sleep." "My father, my father, and dost thou not see, How the Erl-King his daughters has brought here for me?" "My darling, my darling, I see it aright, 'Tis the aged grey willows deceiving thy sight." "I love thee, I'm charm'd by thy beauty, dear boy! And if thou'rt unwilling, then force I'll employ." "My father, my father, he seizes me fast, Full sorely the Erl-King has hurt me at last." The father now gallops, with terror half wild, He grasps in his arms the poor shuddering child; He reaches his courtyard with toil and with dread,-- The child in his arms finds he motionless, dead... Who rides so late where winds blow wild? It is the father grasping his child; He holds the boy embraced in his arm He clasps him snugly, he keeps him warm. "My son, why cover your face in such fear?" "O don't you see the Erl King near? The Erl King with his crown and train!" "My son, the mist is on the plain." "Sweet lad, o come and join me, do! Such pretty games I'll play with you; On the shore gay flowers their colors unfold My mother has made you a garment of gold." "My father, my father, o can you not hear The promise the Erl King breathes in my ear?" "Be calm, stay calm my child, lie low In withered leaves the night winds blow." "Will you, sweet lad, come along with me? My daughters shall care for you tenderly; In the night my daughters their revelry keep, They'll rock you and dance you and sing you to sleep." "My father, my father, o can you not trace The Erl King's daughters in that gloomy place?" "My son, my son, I see it clear How grey the ancient willows appear." "I love you, your comeliness charms me, my boy And if you're not willing, then force I'll employ!" "Now father, o father, he's seizing my arm The Erl King has done me the cruelest harm!" The father shudders, his ride is wild In his arms he's holding the shivering child He reaches home with toil and dread. In his arms, the child was dead. Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe