Heroes are said to be good. They were there when people needs them. They help without asking for change. Well, my hero is different from them. My hero is my hero because he made me a strong person. He changed me in a different way.
Norman
C. Navarro, my father is my hero. When I was young, he always plays with me, he
always gives me gifts but everything has changed since he got ill. Diabetes!
After he got this disease, he became short-tempered and moody. One time, while
playing with my sister and other friends, my head and my sisters’ teeth bumped.
Her tooth bleeds and she cried loudly. My father heard it. I was scolded and my
father sent me flying. I landed roughly and that’s when I started to fear my
father. Since then, me and my father talks less often. Years passed, I still
fear him, I don’t think he still loves me. One time, I woke up at nine o’clock
pm to eat (I always have a two hour nap after arriving school before eating)
then at the same time, my father arrived from delivery. He’s tired and hungry,
just like me. When I looked at the refrigerator, there was no food to cook and
there is only one piece of chicken left on the table. He was about to eat the
chicken but he gave it to me instead after knowing that I’m not yet eating.
Actually, after he left the table, I cried while eating it because it has been
a long time since I felt my father’s care and love for me. I realized a lot
after that! I realized that my parents are doing their best to provide us what
we need, that they are withholding all the pain they feel to finish what they
need. I was a happy go lucky man before but after all this realization I’ve
changed to a responsible man. Thanks to all those experience, I come up to my
senses.
Until
now, my father is still moody and scolding me sometimes but it doesn’t matter
because I understand him now unlike before. I’m grateful to have a scary but
wonderful father. Thank you my hero.
