My father is my hero. My grandparents named him, Jupary Bin Suhudi. People often mistook him as a Chinese born man with tanned skin, small eyes and recently wrinkled forehead that folds like a paper fan. His hair is getting is thinner each day with a smear of whiteness that only shows a sign of ageing. Nevertheless, he is a robust man with slim and built body just like the senior athletes we often see. He is physically inclined with many sports activities and recently his new passion is long distant cycling.
My father is a very enthusiastic man. Every weekend, my father, with a group of friends will go cycling in spite of rain or shine. Last month, I decided to follow my father together with his friends on a cycling trip along Singapore. He was the person who always keeps the spirit of the group high. He tried his best to keep the group’s spirit going on no matter how tough the journey seems to be. He is like the heart of the group, always pumping each and everyone to hold on and not give up till the end of the journey. I admire my father’s spirit and often see him as the motivator of my life.
My father has always been there for me since the day that I was born. My mother once told me that when I was young, he was the man who did everything for me. He changed my diapers, cradled me to sleep and never fails to company me all night long whenever I was afraid to go to bed. When I was young, my father was my hero of the night, just like the knight who always fights off all evils in my bedtime story. When I was 5 year old, my parents trained me to sleep all by myself. However, every night I will wait patiently for the last light to dim off and with a gush of a wind, I ran as fast as my legs could take it and dashed into my father’s arm. Under his big shiny armor, I felt secured and knew that he will still be by my side till the birds start chirping under the golden morning sky.
My father encourages me to do the things that I love and he has been a great influence to me. His advices are short but it meant a thousand words to me. It made me realize how much he loves me for who I am and how proud he is for what I have become. Whenever, I am feeling scared, he will always be there as my shield to keep me safe and warm. He is someone that I can rely on no matter how rough things could get.
My father is a very respectable man. He has his own principles and he never fails to follow them. He got his own mind and never back down easily. He is a man with great courage as he is willing to stand up for the right thing no matter what the outcome may be. He is a very optimistic person and always looks at the bright side of things. He is no doubt, a strong man, emotionally. I admired him for his passion and the sacrifices he had made to the family.
A hero is someone that is distinguished by exceptional courage and strength. A hero is willing to sacrifice himself to help others without expecting any returns. A hero is someone that is admired greatly by the people around him and there is no doubt, my father is the hero in my life.