Recently something has gone terribly wrong. My dad was shot in the head and was rushed to the hospital. I was freaking out texting Michael, and texting to keep my little sister occupied. While I texted Michael he told me he'd come by and check on me after a few hours. I distracted myself with watching my little sister. Playing, watching tv, and silly dancing.
A few hours have gone bye and Michael arrived at the house. He checked on me and made sure my little sister and I was alright and safe. He left about thirty minutes later. He made sure he'd call when he got home and that my father was alright.
That night and morning meant so much to me. No one would've ever done that to just just check up and leave. He was my hero that night. I'm so glad to call him my one and only. I love you Michael....so much and if you ever read this I want you to know that you're my hero and I'll always look up to you....cuz I'm short lol
