My Father's A Hero Novels & Stories

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,

Amy laughed when her dad made fun of himself after noticing ketchup and mustard decorating his shirt. Amy’s father had a talent for making her and her sister laugh. She thought about how her dad did a spot-on Snoop Dogg impersonation and had his daughters losing their stuff laughing. Growing up, Amy always saw her father as her hero. He had a tough but gentle persona. Most of his nurturing personality traits got passed on to Amy. She thought about how her father would wear his Nike cap backward and would sport his tattoos beneath his muscle shirts. She loved that her father’s favorite movie was Straight Outta Compton, and that she had to keep reminding her dad that the young man portraying I

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."

I weeped staring right in his eyes which I could see was also filled with such pain for what I was going through, where his hands were soon on either side of my face again. “I know baby, but you should see what your father did as a heroic act of selflessness, he stepped forward and sacrificed himself to save all of us. What he did will be remembered for generations to come where everyone will see him as the hero he was.” He said attempting to make me see the positives, but in that moment, I realised there was someone else going through this.

Now, am I going after justice? “If you don’t, they’re going to keep coming for you, baby. You knocked over the wasp’s nest. They’re already swarming and stinging. There’s no half-assing the rest of this. Either you finish them, or they’ll finish you.” I think of my father. The starch of his uniform against my skin when he’d pick me up and hold me on his hip. The medals he wore on his chest. The hero I believed him to be. Still believe him to be.

Estella's father smiled, his eyes shining with tears, and he said, "I'm so glad that you are my daughter. Thank you, daughter, for accepting me into your life. I'm proud of you for being so brave and for never giving up. You have always been my little super hero, and I'm so happy that you are safe." Estella smiled back, feeling more loved and accepted than ever before. At that moment, Estella knew that she had a father who would always be there to love and protect her. Estella's father was a hero in her life, and she didn't regret the fact that it was her father.

I told them I was fine but little did they know about the painful memories. The priest stopped and motioned for me to talk. I nodded as he sent a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Thank you for all the people who attended my dad's funeral," my voice shook a little bit but I exhaled before I continued, "my dad was not just an ordinary father, he was my hero. He was there beside me during my roughest hours, he was also a loving father, mostly because he took me to the ice cream truck most of the time," they laughed when I said that, "he was my number one supporter, it breaks my heart to face this cruel reality of ever seeing the sight of my dad died before me. I love you, dad, my hero." I sobbed

Dad nodded, “so clearly you have. I don’t get it. Kennedy wants to marry you. You can fool around with whatever maid you want, but don’t let things get too serious. People like her just want to use you. She doesn’t care about you.” “You don’t know anything. Besides, the wedding is still on, so what the fuck are you complaining about?” I scoffed at my father. “Now, if you’re done….” Dad slammed his fist on my desk. “No! I am not done. I’ve heard from several news outlets that they are running a story about you being a hero. You actually stopped someone with a gun?” Dad didn’t sound proud, but like it was the dumbest thing I had ever done.

It was all about Money! And then Luis Park reminisced the future he had been... That, of course, is the result of this nature. 2 million and 20 years ago in the future. Luis Park, 7. "He's my hero!" A proud son called his father. A hero is the best symbol for a parent but to Little Park is not. "My father is not just a hero! He is a Tycoon!" He told that to his neighbourhood and his classmates. His father worked in fortune something. Do several jobs. A CEO, A manager, A contractor, A business employee, An Informant, A bagger, And expert in making friends and many more!

When he noticed how cold and distant I looked, he purposely turned to the people nearby and said, loud enough for me to hear, "That's right. My dad is a pack elder. He worked so hard to help everyone get into Centraford. "If it weren't for him pulling strings with the Special Werewolf Unit, we, the children of fallen heroes, would still be stuck in Sidersville forever." Every word was about how we owed everything to him and his father. Then he shot me a warning look, reminding me to keep my mouth shut.