My Father's A Hero Novels & Stories

That year proved to be the worst for him too. Uncle Philip had such a bubbly personality. He used to light the room with his smile. My father used to say that he was naïve and too innocent for his own good. He died because he tried to save my mama. He was my hero when he was alive, he became a superhero for me afterward. His death hurt not just because he left us; but because till the last moment, he was selfless. Since then I wanted to become like him.

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 replied. “OK, I guess he was a superhero then,” he replied. ‘Yes, he's a hero. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't ever have had you, my sweety,’ I said in my thoughts. “Mommy was he not?” he asked, noticing my silence. "He was sweetie, your grandfather was a hero, a very big superhero, OK," I said, holding back tears. “Woah I'm also going to be like him and daddy.”

“I mean, Gould is not bad but Standford… now that’s something.” My mouth hung open, reaching for my practiced lie. “Oh uh…my father is sick, terminally…I wanted to be close to him.” My voice dipped sympathetically. Her face turned pale immediately. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. It must be so hard for you.” “Yeah, my dad is my hero. My childhood is full of fun memories of him.” I let out a genuine chuckle. “Yeah, I totally get it. I mean I’m a grown woman and my Dad is still my hero.”

He's my hero, Mom. She nods, dabbing at my tears with her fingers. "Well, my mate is my hero too." She says and we both laugh. "Your father stood behind me like a rock so I can be able to use my powers without having to watch my back, you know." I nod proudly "That's my father! I'm the luckiest girl on earth." "Aren't we both lucky to be blessed with good men?" "Yes, we are, mom. Yes, we are."

But the happiest of all is my father, who rises from his seat and immediately walks over to wrap me in his arms. Dad always gives the best hugs, but this is different. I feel the way he trembles, holding me so tightly like he’s afraid to let go. My father is the bravest, most wonderful man in the world. I look up to him. He’s always been my hero, and I want to make him proud. And that’s why it breaks my heart to see him so visibly disturbed. He says nothing because he frankly doesn’t have to. If I thought I was scared, I can’t imagine the turmoil he and the rest of my family must have gone through.

My father had only cussed at me a few times before, and only when I did something really, really bad—like sneak out of the house in the middle of the night or clog the toilet with all of Mom’s lipsticks after we fought. The disappointment and anger in his voice had me shaking. “We met weeks ago.” “You said that,” Mom snapped. I resisted sending her an angry look. Any aggression on my part would only make things worse. Dad gruffly cleared his throat. “He hasn’t said anything about this to me.” I eagerly leaned forward. “That’s because we didn’t know you two were friends until last weekend at the fundraiser. And I wouldn’t let him tell you. I wanted to let you know myself.”

“You used her, you turned an innocent little girl into a weapon for your vile acts.” “Please stop this,” I call out. Father's disappointed stare that he never reserves for me pins me and I shake my head in apology already, not knowing what wrong I've done. “I knew you would do something stupid but I hoped you'd find out a little too late.” he says, “You just had to be the hero my dear, huh? Even after I've told you never to be.” “You tried to kill him,” I swallow. Father has rules against me playing the hero because I could end up in this exact situation, but how the hell was I supposed to just stand there and let them kill the only man who has ever put me first?

My father closed the file and put it back to the cabinet where it had been placed before. " My job as a guardian is to ensure that evil people like Miranda never get to hurt anyone ever again. When we are done rescuing the victims, we give them counselling and take them back to their families. I’m no magic man, I only use advanced technology and combat to stop crime “My father explained. My father was not as evil as I had thought, he was a hero. I lengthened my stay, I too wanted to become a guardian, perhaps it was my purpose.

Because that's what my mother told me: "Your father sacrificed himself to save others." Although my mother never showed me a photo of my father, I firmly believed he was a hero. This belief shattered completely when I was 15. I met my father. He wasn't a hero; he was just a rich man who had abandoned my mother. He lived in a beautiful estate with his wife and children, leading a luxurious life. My mother was like the little match girl outside the shop window, who lit her last match and left this world that had never been kind to her.