在每个人心中都有自己最喜欢的人。你最喜欢谁呢？为什么喜欢他/她呢？请以"myfavourie person"为题目写一篇小作文。

My Favorite Person
My favourate person is my uncle."Sincere communication is the most important thing to get real friends," my uncle always said when he got drunk. My uncle who lived next door was much older than my father was. Although there were thirteen years difference, we could not feel a generation gap between my father and his elder brother, because my uncle looked so young and full of life. He loved alcoholic drinks, horse racing, golf and especially talking with people. When he saw us, he always spoke in easy English, because he knew that we had studied some English.

That cheerful uncle had fought against cancer for about four years. I knew he had been suffering from the disease for long, but I was certain that he would recover. I could not notice the seriousness of the matter until he died. Sad to say, he died at the early age of sixty-five this January.

Many condolence cards came to his funeral. I noticed many foreign people paying their last respects -- Koreans, Chinese, American ... etc. It was difficult for me to understand that many came from abroad. "Who are they?" I asked my cousin. My cousin said, "Trading abroad was the main part of my father's job, so he had many foreign friends. As they met frequently, they talked about various subjects besides their job. Probably, they came to Japan just as they heard of his death. "All the way from other countries?," I said to myself. I was very surprised because I knew that my uncle was not fluent in foreign languages. I imagined that he made many friends with his broken English, but there must have been something other than just languages in creating close relationships.

He had a mystic power of attracting people. Maybe it came from his warm-heartedness. He always found personal current topics that attracted each individual he was associating with. That showed his consideration and interest for others. This was found in my relationship with him. He valued personal relationships. His association began with common language, but his personality to get to know others wholeheartedly.

Now I understand, "Language is not the only way of communication. " At the same time, I could notice the importance of the real meaning of his words. I want to get his special power. While thinking like that, and as I looked up at his photograph, he smiled at me and said, "Don't forget! Sincere communication..."