Thankful

I am thankful for my father. As children we find ourselves believing in things that aren't necessarily real. We believe in superheroes and fairies, but reality always seems to get the best of us. As much as we would like to believe in such things, as we grow older we begin to gain a better understanding for cruel reality. As a little girl I always saw my father as a hero. I thought he was the perfect man, and I dreamed that one day I would find someone just like him. But just like every child I began to realize that he wasn't a hero at all. A hero; a man of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities. 2. a person who, in the opinion of others, has heroic qualities or has performed a heroic act and is regarded as a model or ideal. As a child I had this idea that my dad was incredibly courageous. In actuality my father is not at all courageous, but cocky. And being able to see the difference is a quality that comes with experience in this harsh world. One might think that a hero would be one to encourage the hopes and dream of a child, but not through my innocent eyes. I was too blind to see that my father stopped me from so many great opportunities in my life. Everything that interested me seemed to be a waste of time whether that be school activities or dance. Staying up late to study and work hard was scolded and seen as unnecessary. I had also dreamed of finding some Prince Charming similar to my father. But as I grew older I began to see how my father treated my stepmom. Her constant tears helped me to realize that he wasn't the righteous husband that I had thought. A hero does not ask for things in return for his deeds. This helped me to distinguish the difference between my father and a true hero. My father believed that we owed the world to him. He implied that no matter what we did we would never be able to repay him for his generous actions to allow us to live in his house. In a way it seemed like some form of indentured Slavery. Part of me wants to be that little girl again. To be a witty fool, unaware of the world. Every little girl wants to have their daddy be their hero, but I am that little girl no more. My father taught me exactly what to avoid in a man, he taught me that not all people will support your goals and dreams, he taught me the difference between confident and cocky. My father taught me how to identify the wrong in people through himself. My father helped me be a witty little fool no more and for that I am thankful.

Author's Note

Ignore grammatical errors! Comments please?!