he Person I Admire Most

It was a rainy night, and I was crying sadly in my room. I just failed my math test again.  Being a daughter of a math teacher, this kind of failure always frustrated me a lot. 

Right at that moment, my father knocked on my door and brought me a piece of cake.  He sat down with a smile on his face and said, “Are you worried about your math grades again?”  I nodded.  “Try this cake and let me tell you a story.”

“The baker of the cake used to be one of my students.  He studied very hard, but never had he once passed the exams. He was very depressed, and asked for my advice for the future. I just told him to do what he really liked instead of worrying about schoolwork.”

“What did he do instead?” I asked.

“He was interested in bakery.  Therefore, after he graduated from school, he worked as an apprentice in a small bakery.  He paid attention to any tips that would make bread delicious, and he spent long hours in front of the oven.  Whenever you saw him, he was covered in white flour.  Yet, he didn't mind.  He was happy and satisfied with the job.  He even worked over time on new recipes which would make his cake catchy, healthy, and tasty.

“No wonder the cake is so different!” I said.

“Yes.  All his dedication to bakery soon helped win popularity of customers.  Later, his career reached the peak when he won the world bakery championship in France.”

 That night, Father’s story of the baker not only wiped away my tears but also released me from my fears.  I was inspired that other than academic performance, there are still many other possibilities ahead of me.  What I have to do is learn to be a persistent fighter like the baker.

The baker seems like a stranger, yet he has become the person I most admire.