I had never seen or heard my father cry. Then one day, he was saying something wrong and wouldn’t accept it. Our quarrel turned into a fight. I shouted at him and left. I hated him. I sat on my bed and started thinking. After some time, I went towards his room and I heard him crying. I didn’t dare to enter. I waited for some hours and then went to my mom and asked her why dad was crying. She said his heart was broken when I told him I hate him. I think my heart broke too when I heard that. You know how much a girl loves her father even when she hates him. Mom told me that Dad had asked her to pray that when I grow up my children won’t break my heart the way I broke his.
“When I was 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years.” M. Twain
They say a girl’s here is her lover riding a unicorn/Audi A6 but every girl knows that her real hero is her father. For all who love or miss their heroes.