I was eating an apple when all of sudden...

It has started.

One way I want to be like my dad:

whenever any of us children ever wanted to eat something off his plate (it happened a lot), he happily gave it away.  Sometimes, we would even eat everything he had.  He never complained or got angry, instead he would just simply make himself another plate.  He could have easily got frustrated at us, but he never did.  I've always admired that in him. 

I hope to be like that when the time comes; apparently that time is today.