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Hero

At the age of six, she saw that there was no masked crusader on the T.V of her dad's hospital room that looked like her. None that had her hair. None that had her eyes. She told her daddy she would become a superhero to make him proud.

Eventually, she learned superpowers weren't real.

At age twelve, she officially met the doctor that treated her father. The masked surgeon told her of how he used medicine to help people. The doctor had given her hope. She could be a hero without having supernatural abilities. She told her daddy she'd make him proud and become a doctor to save him.

Unfortunately, school took more time then she thought.

At the age of twenty one, she felt guilty. She couldn't be a hero to the world or to her daddy. The only thing she had of a hero was a mask. As she stepped up on the podium, with her eulogy in hand, she made a decision. She told of the happy memories of her father instead. The tears, though collecting in her eyes, never fell. In that moment, she realized, grief was a monster that brought pain to every happy memory of the deceased. She'd lost some battles but she refused to lose the war. In that, she saved herself. She became her own hero.

Finally, she knew she had made her daddy proud.