Poem On My Dad My Hero 소설 & 이야기

College can really be a pain in the ass sometimes. “I’ve missed you too” I reply and ruffle his hair before sitting down on the dining chair beside dad. My father looks at me with a contented smile resting on his lips and raises his wine glass in my direction in acknowledgement. I’ve always admired my dad for his loyalty and dedication to his family. He’s my biggest hero. Despite all my fuck-ups, he has always been there for me. “Hello son. So, when are we going to meet your girlfriend?” He inquires with a soft smile. I was glad that dad trusted me on this regarding my mum who’s still skeptical over this entire girlfriend thing.

“Embrace your inner self… don’t doubt yourself. Even when things look fucking dark… remember, you are so much more.” What a perfect goodbye speech… Tears spill down my cheeks as I turn to him. “I love you, Dad,” I say quietly, and I mean it. “I love you.” You will always be my first hero. Fight it, Sky! His eyes soften, and those dark glittering obsidian orbs… fill with a second of confusion and worry, but he is a father and a father’s love trumps those concerns and he wraps his arms around me. “I love you too, Sky.”

She brushed my hair with her dried cigarette hands and pushed me out. Moreover, my life has been pathetic since my parents left me especially my dad. I remembered how everything happened… It was like yesterday. My day did everything for me… He bathed me, cooked for me, brushed my hair, feed me, carry my soft, small body in his strong, well-built body. I remembered calling my dad ‘My Hero’ or ‘My Love’ while he called me ‘His Angel’ He kisses me like a precious stone everyday. All the beautiful moments flashed back in my active memory like a tragedic-horror movie….

I shot everything on my mind at him. Dad... It struck me. He was nowhere in the house. It was an obvious situation where one would not even Imagine such a tragedy in their life. Mom was like a broken piece of glass. Everyone was looking sympathetically at them. and Dad, did he? Was he? A strange feeling swept through me like a lightning bolt. When I couldn’t even dare to Imagine such a situation, how was I going to face such a situation was the first thought that came into my mind. my dad, the person whom I admired the most, whom I considered my hero, was no more... Wait!!!... was I over thinking? Was I just over estimating the situation? Nah....Such a damn thing could never happen in my lif

He puts his paper down on the large wooden coffee table and strolls toward me, and pulls me into his arms. “Are you ok flower?” I feel my eyes filling with tears, but I’m not sure if it is because of Marcus or because I’ve missed my dad. I pull away and give my dad a large smile and nod my head. Even though my dad is in his fifties he still takes great care of his body, he is tall and broad and no matter how old I am he is my hero. His dark blue eyes seem to shine from behind, like he has a light inside of him, his hair looks like salt and pepper but both my parents pull off the grey.

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."

I say before he places his big warm hand on my shoulder. "This is temporary. I will get over this, Fin. I am still in good shape for my age despite this illness. Emma will find her mate and she will accept her destiny here long before I go to my grave. You are meant for other things. You are Dan and Stan's heart. They need you there. They always have. I will get better, and then you can return to them," Dad says, and I am unable to look away from his determined gaze. This is why he is my hero. Mom and I are best friends. We are two sides of the same coin, but Dad. He reads me. He sees the inner workings of my mind without trying. He knows me.

She offered a hand to pick me off the floor but I couldn't accept it. "My father...died because of me...!" I wailed out as I missed him so much. "Your father is a hero.." she muttered in my ear. I winked my eyes a bit as her words made me stop tearing up for some time. "My father is a hero..?" I pondered in my heart. I sighed madly and sit beside the wall to push my legs toward me. Each time..I give out huge sighs...

I felt very sad to hear about all of this, I had been very angry at my dad all these years not knowing that what he did was for our benefit. I forgave my Dad, in my heart and I soon began to feel proud of him, and since then even though he's not alive as I believe that he's in a better place. He'll always remain my hero. This book was written in dedication to my Dad whom I believe is in a better place now. The End.

He said in a child like voice. Jaden laughed loudly, the sound echoing across the rink. “Deal! Dad says I wipe out more than anyone, but I told him it makes me stronger. Just like you said!” Dad. The word hit me like a blade pressed between my ribs. Anthony grinned at him, that warm, unguarded grin he rarely used on anyone. “Your dad’s right, but you’re proving him wrong every time you get back up. That’s what makes a skater.” Jaden beamed, leaning into him like he’d known Anthony forever. “I told Dad you’re my hero. He laughed and said I should tell you myself. So… you’re my hero.”