The Family Man

I find myself pondering the impact of having a hero, someone who serves as an inspiration. Personally, I lean towards someone who acts as my backbone, shielding me from the perils and malevolence of the world. The connection between us must be robust, like an unbreakable chain, with an even stronger bond, all to safeguard a vulnerable soul. I've never dubbed a celebrity, a cartoon character, or even a film persona a hero. However, for the very first time, I've bestowed the title of "superhero" upon my father. He isn't just a parent; he's a guardian, a protector, and the embodiment of strength and wisdom through my eyes. No one else can hold a candle to him, for he stands as the epitome of intelligence and resilience.

I can genuinely say that my perspective is unequivocal in its assertion that he is the most deserving, unique, and extraordinary human being out there. My world revolves entirely around him and my mother. He consistently carves out time for us, showering us with an unending stream of love that has been a constant since my earliest days. He's the source of immense joy, and his presence is akin to being surrounded by a vast ocean of happiness. In my eyes, he's the most remarkable individual within our family.

I used to amuse my father by sketching his face on cardboard and paper. Although I recognized even in my childhood that my artwork was far from perfect, the memories associated with those humble drawings would elicit my father's warm words: "It's absolutely beautiful, my darling!" He'd smile at them, fully aware of their imperfections, much like how imperfections coexist within us. In a world teeming with renowned and skilled artists, my father designates me as his personal favorite. To him, those little hands that produced the imperfect yet heartfelt sketches represented a wellspring of happiness, a memento of cherished moments. This particular memory transformed my father into an even more inspirational figure in my eyes, a sentiment that dates back to my earliest days. Behind every accomplishment of my father lies the presence of his little princess. Fathers are reservoirs of unbounded love for their offspring. They construct a childhood that resonates with those who forge the bonds, creating an era of memories that's both cherished and nostalgic for their children. I perpetually stand as a triumph for my father, always the medal of his victories and achievements.

How do I envision my father? I envision him working diligently, unhindered by obstacles, dedicating time to our family, imparting the wisdom of right and wrong in the world, introducing me to intricate skills, revealing the splendor of nature, and partaking in the most delightful culinary experiences. I've always yearned to mirror my father's attire, allowing a hint of myself to shine through. I've always desired to encapsulate a part of him in my demeanor, to carry his essence wherever I venture. Yet, beyond clothing, my aspiration extends towards becoming a professional and inspirational presence in society. I aim to embody the qualities of royalty and trustworthiness that he exemplifies.

In the same way constellations emerge distinctly against the expanse of the universe, I spot my father amid the vastness of life. He's akin to a star – forever shining, twinkling, and shimmering. Our shared love for stars mirrors our connection. Whenever I gaze upon the serene night sky and spot a star, I can't help but envision myself and my dad, gazing upon the world's brilliance, united in an eternal smile.