In our life, we have met so many people and usually they have a certain place in our heart or life. But have you ever you wonder who was the most favorite person to you? If someone ask me, my answer absolutely is a hero. And I call him “Daddy.” When I was a little girl, I was not interested in skirts, dresses, or dolls, or whatever girly stuff. But I love heroes. My favorite hero is my dad. He rescues me in hard situations, but instead of giving me wings, taking me to fly with him, he teaches me how to fly by my own wings without him. When I fall, instead of catching me before I fall, he picks me up, brushes me off and lets me try again.
I remember the first day of school of mine, I was so nervous. I cried a lot when my dad took me to school. When we were at school, my dad held me tightly and said, “My little monkey, don’t worry. Daddy is always by your side. Now, let’s go and make some new friends. Daddy is always here for you, princess!” Then, he kissed me on forehead and let me go. At that time, to a seven-year-old girl, classroom is a huge place with many strange people and it was a little bit scared, at least to me. I thought, “Let go of my hero’s hand is not a lucid decision, absolutely. I should cry a little bit more, so Dad will come to that class with me.” And honestly, I felt great regretful. But then, I made some friends and had fun with them. The feeling of scare when I first came disappeared completely. I realized that the other kids who had their parents were next to seemed shy and I thought they haven’t had any new friends yet. At that moment, I felt comfortable and whispered to myself, “Thank you, Daddy.”
 However, hero sometimes get upset over something, so does my dad. When I was young, I was so anorexic because I found my toys and cartoon were more interesting than those beans and carrots in my bowl 92683 times. My dad knew it and he decided that there would be no more cartoon and toys duri...