(also dedicated to my dad)
My Hero can't leap tall buildings with a single bound. He
doesn't wear a black costume with a cape and pointy ears.
He hasn't scored the winning touchdown or shot a three -
pointer at the buzzer to win the championship. My Hero
isn't any of those things.
My Hero has scarred and callused hands from years of hard
work. His hair is gray and almost all gone from worrying if we will get enough rain so the crops can grow and give us money to last throughout the year. His voice is deep and scratchy from the many stories he has told. My Hero is all of these things.
My Hero sat with me when I was scared of thunder late at night. He was
by my side when I woke up from painful surgery. He comforted
me when i was cry at the hospital because i just got two layers of skin burnt off my leg.
My Hero has done all of these things.
My Hero makes sure that I know the difference between right and
wrong. He teaches me how to work hard and the importance of
honesty. My Hero does all of these things.
My Hero has earned my love and respect. No one else could
take his place cause my Hero is my Dad.
