Write about someone who failed to live up to his or her reputation.
My Model Father
My name is Danny. I have a father who is well-respected by many people, whether young or old. He is a model father whom everyone looks up to, and whenever anyone has a problem, he would be the first to lend a helping hand. Although my mother has passed away about four years ago, my father remains strong.
He is the sole-bread winner in the family. He feeds my two younger sisters and me, as well as my grandparents. However, he is a technician, and he does not earn a lot of money to provide for us. Despite the fact that we face financial problems occasionally, he has always faced them courageously and tried his best to settle all the bills. Therefore, everyone called him a model father, who lived up to his reputation.
However, something unexpected occurred. As my father is an experienced technician, he is the least like to be retrenched by the company even though the economy was suffering from recession. One day, his boss broke the tragic news to the entire company - the company went bankrupt. Everyone dropped their jaws, dumbfounded. This would mean that all of them who are working for the company would be jobless.
In order not to cause any undue worries, my father kept the news to himself, not letting the cat out of the bag. He remained imperturbable, not expressing the slightest expression of being down and under. He faced many predictable problems like cash flow problems as well as how to spill the beans to us. He had to be pretentious every morning, acting as if he was going to work.
As times passed quickly, he still could not find a suitable job. He had spent all his savings and borrowed much from his fiends. At last, he was desperate. In his mind, there was only one word spinning around his head, which is "gamble". He felt very reluctant to do so, but the thought of "investing" his money and gaining more income through it tempted him to do so.
"Hey David! Michael here. Remember the gambling den I told you about? I heard that there are many winnings this week in there. Interested to pop by within these few days?" asked Michael on the phone.
"Oh... Okay... Make it tomorrow morning? My kids will be in school and no one will find out about me being jobless." My father answered discreetly, grinning from ear to ear.
I happened to walk pass the room and overheard the conversation between Michael and him. I stood rooted to the ground, but stayed silent. I did not tattle the secret.
As weeks passed like a flash of lightning, I realized that my father visited the gambling den numerous times. "He seemed addicted to it", I muttered. I wanted to stop him from choosing the wrong path in his desperation to try to sustain the family, but was clueless on what to do to solve the problem. Whenever he went to gamble, he always lost, henceforth creating a heavier debt for himself and the family. He would try to gamble more through borrowing from loan sharks to try to recoup his losses, but to no avail. Sometimes, loan sharks would come knocking on the door to claim for the money my father borrowed.
Out of the blue, I discovered that a lot of people found out that he had been visiting Gamden Road, which is a street known for illegal gambling dens. Many of his friends started to avoid him whenever they saw him lest he borrowed from them. They started gossiping about this matter.
I have really no idea why my father behaves like this ever since he lost his job. Even if he wants to continue to support the family, he could have strived harder to find another occupation. If he failed to do, he could have taken up a part-time job and discuss this problem with us so that we can help him. I am really very disappointed with him. He did not live up to his reputation as a model father he used to be.