Novel & Cerita My Son 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."

Rue’s tears streamed down her face. Her son had grown into a man. Her son was accomplished. He was regarded as a hero by all the citizens. Rue cried hysterically and Adrian’s child-like voice from his younger days reverberated in her ears. She still remembered how Henry had asked Adrian when he was very young, “Adrian, what do you want to be when you grow up?” He answered, “I want to be a hero who protects the world!” Rue cried when she recalled that memory. Adrian was right about becoming a hero. He was now an unparalleled, all-powerful hero, just as he said would be when he was young.

The moment my son, Leo, said those words, both Bruce and I froze. In the 28 days since I’d realized Bruce’s heart wasn’t with us, every time he abandoned me and Leo for Fiona, I made Leo call him "Alpha Bruce." It was a reminder, to both of us, not to waste our tears on someone who wasn’t worth it. But that’s not how Leo saw it. He was only seven, at an age where a boy hero-worships his father.

Shasha asked as she knew he couldn't break his decision. Master Hero dialled his phone and few minutes a knock at the door. He opened and Henzo with the bodyguard came in. "Mommy! Mommy!" Henzo shouted as he came running toward his mother. "Henzo, my baby," Shasha's sad voice. "I ride a horsey!" little Henzo blurted out giggling and happy. "You did?" Shasha smilingly said even though she was in pain inside her heart. Master Hero immensely staring at the mother and son. He felt delighted but a part of him was jealous of the father of Hero whoever he was.

“Uncle Jacob said you got shot protecting Mommy?! That’s like Optimus Prime when he saved Sam!” Pascha, who had almost succeeded in looking fragile and pitiful, immediately straightened up, his grin spreading like he’d just signed a superhero movie deal. “That’s right, Max,” he said, dropping his voice for dramatic effect. “Your daddy’s a hero.” Max looked like he was about to leap from Igor’s arms, but his uncle held him back with one hand, like securing a live rugby ball. Igor snorted. “A hero who couldn’t dodge a slow punch. Maybe a hero in slow motion.”

I hate you! - my son screamed non-stop - I want you to die just like mommy. - Son, what happened? - I wanted to understand what was happening, as much as I already knew. - You're not my father! - He said with scared little eyes - You were my superhero like in the movies, but heroes don't use things that are bad for their health. Captain America doesn't like drugs. Hearing that sentence made my head spin. What I feared most had happened, my children had found out what I made sure not to remember every day of my life.

"It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.” "As crude as it may be to say that, what made your father a hero wasn't his lofty but naive ideal, neither was it his gentleness. But it was his strength. No matter what, no matter how, there was only one truth. Your father was the strongest and as such he was the representative of Justice. This is the sad truth of this world."

They crave narratives that keep them flipping the pages. Yet, my preferred narrative is the one where my mom and dad supported each other in their battle against addiction. Two addicts who managed to overcome their struggles together and achieve sobriety and health. That's the reality I embrace—the story of my real-life parents who possess an unimaginable amount of strength that most people will never witness. They are my heroes. And I am incredibly proud to be their son.

Lerina said casually. "Then he touched your hand?" "Not," "Yes," Same answer, but different. Both of them suddenly looked up. "I've seen him, he expressed his feelings and my wife rejected him, right? Ah yes, I also saw my hero protecting his mother from another man." Han ruffled Sean's hair, "daddy is proud of you!" Han praised, making both Sean's eyes sparkle. "Daddy, can Sean buy any more toys?" He touched his daddy's hand and winked.

I crossed my arms looking at him indignantly. Murilo stared at my father until he disappeared. He smiled and looked at me. “How about that obstacle?” he pointed. I looked at the obstacle and smiled. It wasn't high, but it wasn't as low as the one my father put up. “If he sees it, he will kill us both.” “Then go fast.” He winked at me. I like him already. I made Lightning run to the obstacle and he jumped with mastery. This is much better than running! And way better than that ridiculous hurdle my dad wants me to practice on.