One of my favorite members of my family is my father.  My father‘s name is Martin. He is forty –six years old. My father is very kind, honest, and funny.  He was born in Mexico. He also lost his mother at the age of six years old. Every time Mother’s Day comes he feels sad. He always told us to love are mother today because we have her. I think that I love my family’s entire member. But my father is my best. When I was little I loved it when my father stayed home and played with me. But he had to work. I am from school and asked for him. I think that as time passes by I love him more. Every time a go to visit him I feel happy.  I am afraid to lose him. I don’t know how I will live without him round me. I know that the day will come. I try to not think about that. He is my favorite family member.