My Hero: My Dad

When a wonderful person enters your life, you will never really see how they will affect your life. I was born on 11th November 1992 and became my beloved family of father, mother, brothers and sisters. I think that I am very lucky. However, in some places along the route, our harmony was confusing. My mother left my father, and he must take care of himself. During my divorce my mother did not even show any guard for her newly born daughter. On that day, the judge ruled that my father had completely overseen his pink cheek, a vulnerable baby.

My hero is my father, because he is my father, I love him very much. He is a hero when he works six days a week, working nine hours a day. He is a hero. I am very grateful that he is the one who took me to this world. My father took me to the place where I wanted to go, so it is wonderful. One day, he took my mother, me and me to Queensland. Queensland is my dream vacation, and my father has accomplished it all by itself. My father is always a hero. My father is a hero anywhere, anywhere. I love my father to give me 100% love and support. I really like my father taking me to the snow for the first time at the West End, I have only a little snow, but I never did it.

Today is my father, celebrating my hero. He tried his best for me. When someone tells me to remit a huge amount of money from my savings, he monitors all my actions and sends him a record. Dad is responsible for us all, he is the best. Mom told me how proud that my father was mine. He once said, "My son is helping others."