Poem On My Father My Hero นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I asked between sobs and let out a chuckle " What am I even asking? I want to lete you know that I miss you so much. You were my hero back then, you are my hero now and you will always be my number one hero. I love you so much and if anyone thinks that just because what you did to me I will begin to hate you then they are wrong because my love for my father can never fade." I tell him honestly and sat down beside his tombstone and rested my head on it imagining it as my father's shoulder.

my father asked me. (Translation: Do you even realize how much older he is than you in age?) "Papa m-mujhe usse fark nahi padta." I said slowly. (Translation: Father I-I don't care about it.) He turned towards him. "What do you think that showing up with this gun and all you sent that boy away, you became a hero?" my father asked him harshly. "I don't want to be a hero because I was never the one. I just want to be the best for my girl and my son." he said confidently and hearing him I just wanted to hug him but controlled myself to do so.

They were running together to catch up with me and I was surprised because I thought my friendship with my friend was over after a fight that was not my fault. "My God, you are really crazy!— Does your idiot father here deserve a hug?— More and of course, right, father, what an unnecessary question!" I said goodbye to my faithful friend that I learned to love even though I thought he was my worst enemy. I realized that my father was everything wonderful and what my mother said about him was just more of her crazy life wanting to be me. “Daughter, I'm sorry for being this absent father, ok? Only I always loved you! - Gosh, dad, you are my hero, I love you too.”

Nobody can know, so just tell anyone that asks where we’re spending time getting to know one another after everything that happened,’ I explained to the three of them. He nodded and stood up, embracing me in his arms to let me know that he had this and could trust him. My father had always been my hero. He was the type of Alpha that I had always aspired to be. He was the type of mate that I always wanted to become to my other half. He was also the type of father that I wanted to one day be like.

A final one on top of the toybox I had fashioned for Button completed the dazzling blast of colour. Next to it is a small piece of card. —-- Roses are red Freesias are blue Come find me in Filney, it’s up to the pair of you —-- I lay in bed and wondered just how that Alpha, ego-centric dickhead has the nerve to leave me. With a poem! How dare he. It doesn’t even flow right! But then I laugh. I laugh so hard my cheeks hurt from smiling so wide. The sharp burn of losing my father has been caressed and softened by his act of kindness. By giving my father the farewell he deserved.

my father's words brought a warm smile to my face, and I quickly stood up from the chair to embrace him. "Dad, I am eternally grateful to you for allowing me to stand on my own two feet because of your sacrifices. I promise to always do my best to make you proud," I choked out, tears streaming down my face as I remembered how much my father had given up for me, providing for my every need and showering me with his unwavering love. My father returned the hug, and we held each other tightly, overwhelmed with emotions and our unbreakable bond.

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.

I immediately hear them start a serious discussion about me, doesn't even wait to make sure I am gone. "He acts incredibly calm for a king that plans to sacrifice his life to save those of his people." Mother comments, trying to sound proud but her voice comes out strained with emotional pain. "Sometimes true heroes are the ones that smile through silent pain, cry behind closed doors and fight battles no one knows about." I hear Griffin reply, sounding honestly proud. "Yes, our son is inhumanly perfect, he is unlike me in every way." My father painfully mutters. I walk away to spare my ears from his raving. He kind of loves ranting about his mistakes and I am tired of listening.

I mumble against his chest. The reality of parting from him for so long has suddenly knocked all the air out of me like a blow to the gut. For the last seven years, it has been just me and dad living together, with the occasional visits home from Tammy and Bella. As you can expect, this has made us closer then most. He has been my mum and my dad for as long as I can recollect, and I love him and trust him with my whole heart. He is my hero, my superman, and an amazing father. I see his invisible cape everyday, and he deserves to know how wonderful he has been. I know I have not been an easy child, and an even harder teenager, but I know he loves me and that is what matters the most to me. He

I idolized him, believing him to be the epitome of power and righteousness. The memories of my father filled my heart with a mix of adoration and longing. I remembered the way he would tousle my hair with a gentle smile, his voice carrying the weight of wisdom and compassion. He was my guiding star, the one who taught me the values of loyalty and protection. In his embrace, I felt safe and invincible, shielded from the harsh realities of the world.