Poem On My Dad My Hero Novels & Stories

My hero. I snap back to the present, the weight of the memory pressing down on me. “I thought he saved me once,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “I thought he was my hero.” My father’s expression doesn’t change. “And now?” I close my eyes, exhaling slowly. “And now, I don’t know.” I remember the day I came to my father’s office years ago, brimming with confidence. I had been so sure of myself, so sure of Knoxx.

That was one of many things her mom used to tell her during the time she was still alive. She would say, “Your daddy has risked his life so that at least many people would enjoy a peaceful life. The world is no longer safe, but your dad would not give up. He believes that there are people who will appear who share the same vision as he does, and these people will carry out his legacy and continue the work he has begun.” Therefore, whatever Miranda, Bernard, and Leah said against her dad, she never got mad because she knew her dad was a hero.

He was a stranger, and the ache from realizing this felt like my world was splintering apart. Tears welled up, then fell, one by one, until I was crying without restraint. Hiccups choked my throat, and every sob seemed to rip a new wound open inside. I remembered the pride I’d once held for him. *My dad was my hero, my superman,* I’d boasted to anyone who would listen. “Don’t you dare say anything about my dad,” I used to say. “I’ll cut your throat.” But now, that pride had shattered. It felt like a lie—like my whole life had been a carefully constructed deception. My legs gave out, and I stumbled to the ground. With my knees drawn up to my chest, I buried my head in my hands, shoulders trem

She is trying hard to keep her composure, but worry and fear are etched on her face. "Of course, he will." Turning my gaze back to the poor girl, I firmly look at her, "Do you believe that your father isn't strong? Or that some coward and weak people can do any harm to him?" "No." She confidently shakes her head, "My dad is the world's strongest dad, and there is no one who can defeat him. He is my hero." Pride shines in her eyes as she smiles. I can't help but smile back at her because this is what I feel when I think about my dad.

so how could he cheat? "Now, I would like to make this toast for the woman I love the most, Catherine, my baby..." Alastar smiled genuinely as he held his glass high and looked at her. "Happy birthday, my love. I hope you'll enjoy this day as much as we do." Catherine couldn't feel anything, and yet, she chose to keep her head held up high and return the favor. Cheerful cheers and soft handclaps echoed around the place. All of their friends came, including their close relatives just to join her for her special day.

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.

I had nothing left—only the shattered pieces of myself which were about to be melted by pain. Where was I ? What was wrong with my father? “No, no. My father is my hero, he can't stop breathing…” I muttered, before shutting my eyes on the floor.

"Back when I was a kid, me and Dad use to fish around here. We did caught big fishes sometimes, but small ones are much plenty," "You have a good connection with your Dad, huh?" "Yeah. Even though he's the only one I have back then. He sure made me feel like I'm a whole being. He made me feel like he is enough that I can no longer feel the longing presence of a mother figure. Being with Dad made my life not dramatic and problematic at all. I can be who I am when I'm with him. He is a hero for me."

,I began but I could see he meant it. Exhaling I smiled at him. "I'll try as much as I can to remain like this for you Dad. You know, you've always been my hero since I was little. I loved mom truly,but I felt safer each time I remembered you were around. It was always like you were my first lover Dad,I'm serious". His face turned red and I realized maybe Ariana never paid much attention to her dad's feelings. "Can I ask one more question?" "Sure, you can"

“You know, your mother used to get in all kinds of trouble.” I turned to her, my heart pounding. I barely knew anything about her. She left so early that I didn’t get to have the chance. Even her face, sometimes would fade from memory. I hated it. “I thought it was just teenage rebellion… until she brought your dad home.” Her tone turned sour. “Dead in the eye, the kind of man who wouldn’t hesitate to shed blood just because he felt like.”