My True Hero

As a child, I had always looked to my father as a hero. To me, he was strong enough to take on an army one handed, tall enough to reach for the moon and give it to me, and wise enough to know everything about everything. There was nothing my father could not do. He took time to teach me to read, write, walk, and talk. When learning how to walk, like any child I …

…like when I was a child, he is still there to pick me up and put me back on my feet. I look back at my life with him and wonder what if it were he, instead of my mother, which had left. Where would I be? Who would I be? He is a kind, gentle, and loving man. He is everlastingly loyal; I can only hope to have a husband like him one day.