I Have a hero. My hero is to be expected. My hero is the kind of person that will accidentally make his homemade root beer explode all over the kitchen, who loves to give long lectures, documentaries, and politics. He’s scary great at the advice in nearly any department on this planet, and he gives the warmest hugs. He’s the kind of person who will do something nice for you, or do what’s best for you, just because It’s in his natural character.
This is the kind of person who would rather keep to himself and doesn’t smile often, but when he does, it makes you feel just as warm as a cup of hot chocolate on a chilly winter morning.
This person is my dear old dad. He’s exactly the kind of person that I want to be. I could’ve written about any of the countless inspiring authors and illustrators, and writers. Or even a celebrity I admire (Though all the celebrities that I like are dead.) I chose instead to write about my Dad because he is the biggest hero in my life. He loves to “opera sing”, and he knows just when to laugh, and he’s always pleasant to be around. He’s a constant worrier, and a total printer nerd, but he’s my dad and my hero, and my friend. I love him with all my heart.
he is, 100%, the kind of person I aspire to be.