This is the paragraph which I wrote about my dear father. Please read it and help me improve English writing skill by your comments
Slippers of my father
Before bringing my father to rest for ever and ever, clergyman asked my relative burning all of slippers of my father. All of sudden, seeing slippers of father falling down to the fire, I sobbed one more time from a certain person wearing me a mourning headband . Within these of slippers, all was a crack in front of head and full fill mud stain.
When I became mature, my neighbor told me that my father loved books and school very much. But his dream couldn't accomplish due to war. Moreover, my uncle died at young age, my grandma felt agony. She urged my father should get marriage because she had only father as unique son. My father had no way to refuse. He obeyed his mom to please her. From that time, he said goodbye with books to step down in the rice field.
My father always worked hard in the rice field. When coming back home, he often leaned on the front column of my house to gasp. My father's clothes was wet with sweats as if he had no time to wipe them after talking bath. My family was a little of poor therefore he had to save to bring up my brothers and me. He ate a little and let us to have more.
When we entered University, my father was too economical to refuse buying slippers for him. He recycled slippers from two my brothers. There was a time, my mother asked me buying my eldest brother a pair of shoes. But he refused to wear them because they were out up date. For this reason, my father had the pair of new shoes to attend parties.
The last time, my father took me to bus station to catch bus coming to University, his motorbike broke down by chance in a half way. He tried to start it a gain but in vain. He told me to walk for the bus station unless I would be late. I said goodbye to him and went for walk forward bus stop. At a moment later, I saw the brother of my old friend, he took me to the bus stop. I turned back to my father and saw my father on home way bring his motorbike with his hands under the sun burnt down fiercely.
Soon after my father slept forever although I tried to get up him again and again. I wished that all I had happened were only dream but he were stroke and never came back the real world. He departed from this life in silence because he didn't want everybody to worry about him so much.
Amongst clarinet and drum in funeral, I sat motionless by his casket and saw silence his slippers turned into the smoke going with him. These of slippers were companies suffering all miserable of his life. They also were fulcrum for my father had enough strength to bring us coming to Universities.
When I gradated from Social Sciences and Humanities, I began to go for work and I saved to buy a new shoes for my father. My father try wearing them. And they were a little big for his feet. I told my father I should carry it to change smaller size but he told that "Not change. Both of them were fitting on your eldest brother"...
Even it's the last time in his life, he left the best thing for his offspring.
Slippers of my father
Before bringing my father to rest for ever and ever, clergyman asked my relative burning all of slippers of my father. All of sudden, seeing slippers of father falling down to the fire, I sobbed one more time from a certain person wearing me a mourning headband . Within these of slippers, all was a crack in front of head and full fill mud stain.
When I became mature, my neighbor told me that my father loved books and school very much. But his dream couldn't accomplish due to war. Moreover, my uncle died at young age, my grandma felt agony. She urged my father should get marriage because she had only father as unique son. My father had no way to refuse. He obeyed his mom to please her. From that time, he said goodbye with books to step down in the rice field.
My father always worked hard in the rice field. When coming back home, he often leaned on the front column of my house to gasp. My father's clothes was wet with sweats as if he had no time to wipe them after talking bath. My family was a little of poor therefore he had to save to bring up my brothers and me. He ate a little and let us to have more.
When we entered University, my father was too economical to refuse buying slippers for him. He recycled slippers from two my brothers. There was a time, my mother asked me buying my eldest brother a pair of shoes. But he refused to wear them because they were out up date. For this reason, my father had the pair of new shoes to attend parties.
The last time, my father took me to bus station to catch bus coming to University, his motorbike broke down by chance in a half way. He tried to start it a gain but in vain. He told me to walk for the bus station unless I would be late. I said goodbye to him and went for walk forward bus stop. At a moment later, I saw the brother of my old friend, he took me to the bus stop. I turned back to my father and saw my father on home way bring his motorbike with his hands under the sun burnt down fiercely.
Soon after my father slept forever although I tried to get up him again and again. I wished that all I had happened were only dream but he were stroke and never came back the real world. He departed from this life in silence because he didn't want everybody to worry about him so much.
Amongst clarinet and drum in funeral, I sat motionless by his casket and saw silence his slippers turned into the smoke going with him. These of slippers were companies suffering all miserable of his life. They also were fulcrum for my father had enough strength to bring us coming to Universities.
When I gradated from Social Sciences and Humanities, I began to go for work and I saved to buy a new shoes for my father. My father try wearing them. And they were a little big for his feet. I told my father I should carry it to change smaller size but he told that "Not change. Both of them were fitting on your eldest brother"...
Even it's the last time in his life, he left the best thing for his offspring.