“Daddy look.” My little self says to my dad, I was showing him a little girl that sat under the tree.
“Do you think she is lost daddy?.”
“How about we ask her?.”
We strolled toward the little girl and asked her. She couldn’t find her mother.
“Daddy will she find her mom.”
“I called the cops she will.” Daddy smiles.
Daddy and I didn’t leave until the cops found her mom, we didn’t want to leave her all alone.
He held his hand in mine, his smile made my day, my dad was my hero. I loved and respected him, he was someone I always looked up to and I remember writing an essay about him in school.
My dad, my hero.
It was a beautiful lie that lasted for a long time, it was like I didn’t know him anyone after what I heard from Dommy, it was like he was a complete different person and
