My Hero

Aaah I jest you not. The past month has whizzed past like nothing else. I spent quality time with my father and see traits of him that only a die hard fan can.

There may be few people in this world who do not love their father to death. My emotion is hardly any different. And by no means do I feel that I could do any justice to my view of my procreator in these few paragraphs.

He is an absolute super star. An A1 personality. Bright, charming personality, strongly grounded to his roots, humble beginnings, star studded aspirations yet heavily conscious of his ground zero. That's what keeps him sane in an undoubtedly crazy world around him.

From where I see him, I see my hero. A man who can falter but never do any wrong, a man who wouldn't think twice before coming to the aid of the same person who may have stabbed him on the back.

From where I see him, its his imperfections that have made him a perfect son, a perfect brother, a perfect husband, a perfect father and a perfect human being.

From where I see him, he loves nothing more than seeing my mother smile, enjoys nothing more than seeing my sibling and me hug, prides nothing more than our small victories in life.

From where I see him, he is perfect. My father, with his short temper, with his insane necessity to be more than perfect, his need to be super super crazy clean, his zest for life, with his "never say die" attitude, is nothing short of perfect.

From where I see him, my hero has his head high, his ego low, his eyes on the stars, his feet firmly grounded. My hero sits high up that pedestal and I shall forever be grateful to have this beautiful person, to have and to hold, and to lovingly call, my father.