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"A hero? But Jefferson, you are a hero." I stared at him, a frown on my tiny face. "What are you talking about Dad? I'm not a hero. I stared at the floor. "I'm just a five year old that speaks good grammar. That's not even a superpower." "Jefferson, you've been a hero since the day you were born. Albeit a shy one, but a hero nonetheless. If you weren't, would I have shown you your great grandfather's house? " I cocked my head to the side.

They were running together to catch up with me and I was surprised because I thought my friendship with my friend was over after a fight that was not my fault. "My God, you are really crazy!— Does your idiot father here deserve a hug?— More and of course, right, father, what an unnecessary question!" I said goodbye to my faithful friend that I learned to love even though I thought he was my worst enemy. I realized that my father was everything wonderful and what my mother said about him was just more of her crazy life wanting to be me. “Daughter, I'm sorry for being this absent father, ok? Only I always loved you! - Gosh, dad, you are my hero, I love you too.”

"I think it has to do with the authenticity and genuineness behind Jack Dawson's story. We all know that both the Valentino's and your dad have as similar sort of story. They both worked from scratch and built their businesses from the bottom to the top until they both became thriving influences in the world of business, but your Dad's story seemed more appealing to me. Being a single father who strived to do good by his daughter by working his ass off to become the best and still works and strives hard to be better, I perceive your father as an hero." "That is new. I don't think I have ever heard any one call my dad an hero." I chuckled. "He really is an hero, I tell you." Azra said, a smil

"I think it has to do with the authenticity and genuineness behind Jack Dawson's story. We all know that both the Valentino's and your dad have as similar sort of story. They both worked from scratch and built their businesses from the bottom to the top until they both became thriving influences in the world of business, but your Dad's story seemed more appealing to me. Being a single father who strived to do good by his daughter by working his ass off to become the best and still works and strives hard to be better, I perceive your father as an hero." "That is new. I don't think I have ever heard any one call my dad an hero." I chuckled. "He really is an hero, I tell you." Azra said, a smil

I got a bit emotional, my voice raising an octave as I told this asshole where I come from. “My father is Logan James Kinsley. He is the most fearless, protective, powerful, and loving man. When he sees a wrong, he rights it. The night he met my mother and me, he saw a wrong and righted it. He loved my mother with all his heart and has loved me as his daughter. Even when she was gone, he loved and raised me as his.” I gestured to my dad as I spoke.

But he really tries to find me when he can. Mama said it was dangerous to contact my father. But when she talks about him I see her eyes sparkle, he can't be a bad man. My father is a hero, I am sure. He can teach me how to fight. I am already the strongest and tallest in class. I asked Gamma Rayne if I could spar with the bigger kids, but she keeps saying not yet. I will try again tomorrow.

I asked between sobs and let out a chuckle " What am I even asking? I want to lete you know that I miss you so much. You were my hero back then, you are my hero now and you will always be my number one hero. I love you so much and if anyone thinks that just because what you did to me I will begin to hate you then they are wrong because my love for my father can never fade." I tell him honestly and sat down beside his tombstone and rested my head on it imagining it as my father's shoulder.

My father glanced at my mother and then back at me. “How much do you know about the Order, son?” he asked, and I shrugged. “Probably more than you,” I said, and he huffed. “I doubt that, boy,” he said. “Harper is one of the Divine Warriors,” I said and both of their mouths dropped open in shock. “What?” my dad asked after he got his senses back. “No, that’s not possible,” my mum said, shaking her head. She looked at my father and I could tell there was a hint of fear in her.

I paused, smiling sheepishly even though he couldn't see me, "Well, I just wanted to talk to someone..." "I've been through hell with you always pestering me. Do I have a choice?" I could picture him shaking his head, I couldn't argue with him now. "It's my father's death anniversary..." I trailed off, hiccupping. The other line was silent, so I continued. "I really miss him..." I chuckled bitterly. "He was a good man. A loving and sweet father. I look up to him. when I was a kid I saw him as a hero."

The permission in that simple gesture unlocks everything I've been holding back. "My father died yesterday." I choke the words out. "The police think it was suicide." Something flickers behind his mask— a tightening around his eyes that might be shock or recognition or simply the weight of witnessing someone else's devastation. But he doesn't speak, doesn't offer empty platitudes or false comfort. Just listens with that complete attention that made me trust him in the first place. "He was everything to me," I continue, the words pouring out of me, my grieving heart no longer caring about rules. "My hero, my anchor, the one person who could fix anything. He... he was a respected gynecologist,