Poem On My Father My Hero Novels & Stories

Her father's voice broke and as he goes sentimental. "Dad..." She couldn't help to utter as tears started to form in her eyes. "Do you remember when you read a poem to me about being a wonder kid way back when you're nine, Sunshine?" She smiled remembering that memory when she was a little kid. How could she forget that? She recited that poem in front of him when she was a little girl on Father's Day. She could still remember some parts of the line. The poem is about the traits of how a wonderful kid should act. It says a wonder kid should be always good, kind-hearted, never bad, have fear in God, and stuff like that. She could still remember what she told him after reciting the poem to him

my dad admits while leaning over his desk and staring straight into my eyes. Something snaps inside my chest, and all respect for my father flies out the window. Rage at the fact he wouldn't trust me takes over. Betrayal fills my own heart at my father's words. All these years, I have been my dad's shadow. He is my hero...or he was.

“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?

"Oh, how he would talk about you a lot. His little angel." I smiled as I remembered my father. That was exactly who he was. He was always calling me his little angel. Dad was the nicest and kindest man I've ever known. He had a great personality and he was fun. I looked up to him as my hero then and even though he was dead, he was still my hero.

Arrgghhh ! But truth to be told seeing my father lying, useless, and unable to move broke me into pieces. I never wanted to see him this way. He may never be my hero like for other kids their father is. However, he neither was evil too. He just was...MY FATHER....with immense love for me but without the courage to express it. I hate him... I so fucking hate him.

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.

POV Gianna: “Alright ladies and gentlemen, please clear the dance floor for our father daughter dance.” The DJ says. I make my way to the dance floor and meet my dad in the middle. “daddy” by Beyonce comes on and my eyes start to glisten. My dad was the first man I ever loved. He taught me how to be a leader, he showed me what a good man should be and to never accept anything less. My dad showed me the love a man should give to a woman. My father has been extraordinary to me, I can proudly say with total conviction, that he is more than just being my father. He is my muse, my personal superhero, and my friend. The song is just about to end, and I see my mom bring Onyx to Rasheed. A smile tug

Crying in the back of an Uber was definitely not how I had envisioned the rest of my day to be. I hated Karabo for this. I hated her for questioning my love for Sy and also making me doubt my father. All my life, my father was my hero. Even though he was rarely present in our lives, the fact that he did not actively participate in my mother's shenanigans and never went out of his way to tear me down made me worship him. His silence was often comforting because I believed he remained quiet because he did not agree with what my mother was doing.

We hung up, the grin still plastered on my face. What had Andrew said to make my father change his mind? I’d offered every argument I could think of the day before, and yet Andrew must have seen some angle I hadn’t. Pulling up his name, I sent a text. You’re a miracle worker. The dots on the screen bounced as he typed back. Mmm. Tell me more. Laughing, I quickly typed a response. My dad just called and apologized. He seems pretty happy. Whatever you said, it was the right thing. Have to run, but I can’t wait to see you again.

I want her arms around me again. Here’s a silent message to my father; …father, I am coming home. Wait on me, I’ll will not be late. Welcome me, I’m your only son. Embrace me, it has been so long. Father, I can see. For the first time in my life I can see. I am not blinded by the fog of arrogance, and wealth. I am no longer blinded by the thick layers of cement anymore. What destiny has done for me has truly changed my life. Destiny has shown me all the love I needed. Took me from my place of ignorance to a world of the living. Father, wait on me, here I come…