My very own Hero
I believe that everyone has a hero. It could be someone whom they do not know personally for example, singers or actors. Or, a cartoon character such as Superman, Spider man, Wonder woman and list goes on. My hero is someone that has been living for 43 years and he is none other than my cheerleader, encourager, teacher; my dad.
“How did you get this as your answer?” he asked with his arms akimbo,pointing to the problem sums I did in the Mathematics Assessment book.
I was never good in Mathematics. In fact, I always failed during my primary school days. That explains the many Maths Assessment books on my study table.
Knowing that I was very weak in it, my father never fails to give up explaining and making me understand the questions. Whenever I made an improvement, he will nod encouragingly.
On my first day of secondary school, he offered to walk me to school and it did not stop there. My journey to school with him is always interesting and
we will sometimes debate on certain issues. During my secondary one days, I often had problems with friends and troubles coping with the seven subjects. My father would listen appreciatively and gives advices on what I could do. Sometimes, he would just listen, not giving any advices but I was never mad about it because I could sense that he understood the situation I was in.
When I was given the privilege to be transferred to the Express stream, during the end of secondary two, his eyes were wide open with amazement and exultation. His mouth gaped with disbelief and gradually, a smile began to form on his lips.
With his actions,I knew he was very proud of my achievements. I was reluctant on taking up the opportunity because I was very afraid that I could not cope in the Express stream.
“What about my girlfriends and classmates,pa?” I asked in a deep melancholy voice. “I don't even know if I could adapt to the changes!” I said once more,ran to my room and cried.
My dad walked into my room and sat next to me. “Rai, they will still be in the same school as you,right? You can still see each other and the best part is that you can trade updates between you and your friends.” He said in a gentle voice.
I looked at him as he continued,”You are given a golden opportunity,Rai. Don't let it slip through your fingers,but Whatever your decision is, I am going to respect it and support you. Remember that,Rai.”
He left me in the room,alone.I then started to write the pros and cons of going to the Express stream. After thinking through, I decided to take up the challenge because I want to see how far I could go.
My dad,mom and sister were there to guide me through the rocky journey as I adjusted myself to the fast paced stream. The journey was not very stable, I had problems with managing time,classmates and of course,studies.
I missed my friends in Normal Academic very much that sometimes I would wished I had not gone to where I am now but,my dad,again was there at that point of time.
He told me that I must stop looking back and start stepping forward.
“Rai, I know that someday you will get used to it,all it takes is time. Believe me.”he whispered convincingly.
I started to make friends with my classmates and as time passed, I realised that they were very friendly and interesting. My dad suggested me to write short notes to my friends in the other stream to remind them that they are still my friends even though we barely talk to each other in school.
I am very glad that my they do not treat me differently and my friendship with them still continues and I believe that it will not stop if both parties put their heart and soul in it.
My dad, has succeeded in making me looking far in the future and appreciate the things I have now. He was there for me; through the good and bad times. The best thing I like and never regret was to be born in this world and to have a father like him.