THE SUPER MAN

As I grew up I used to admire my Dad. Actually even today I do admire him big time. There was that special place of him. The respect that he earned without demanding. The authority that comes with being the head of the family. Often you would hear mom say “let’s keep that for your Dad” or she would shout “don’t touch that belongs to your father’. At home everyone ‘knew Dads’ chair ‘, Dads utensils and so on.

In most patrical setups children grow up knowing their Dads as their heroes and I was never an exceptional. To me Dad was the ’strongest’ man in the world. I believed Dad owned anything and everything in the world. However, as days went by and eventually I matured I realized Dad was so human just like all of us only that he had to mask himself for our sake. I recalled the many times he didn’t have the cash to buy all the children lavish that we demanded but he could never mention it, the many times he was so heartbroken but smiled and we all thought all was okay. A time when he was scared to death but he had to act strong. Moments when he needed to cry out his life but he would never shed a tear before us. A time he was in so much pain but behaved strong for us not to panic.

I have to confess that dad didn’t own the universe, the world bank never belonged to him, He even didn’t weigh half the weight of any of the WWE guys, it was clear he isn’t immune to hurt. I realized he can’t beat up everyone in the world but to me He is a hero and still remains to be the best man in the world.

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