Here is your short paragraph on my hero:
Every individual on this earth has different view about what a hero actually is. They may conclude it in terms of a size, shape, characteristics, beliefs and values.
But for me a real life hero is a person who willingly delivers his/ her 100% to protect his/ her dear ones from pain and agony.
Nothing can stop a real hero to provide safety and security to people they love and care. A heroic personality does not have to be an impeccable character sustaining high value in the society. A hero is someone who cares for your happiness & deeply loves you for what you are. For me my mother is my real hero. It took me 10 years after birth to realize the hidden hero inside my mother.
I recall those days when I was around 5-6 years old when I used to throw enormous tantrums about eating healthy food. Being a hero she taught me to eat every last bite of a chapatti, broccoli, pea or whatever was left in my plate.
I was a kid to understand her immense love towards me and I thought that she is a cruel individual forcing me to eat tasteless food. But in realty she wanted me to remain healthy so that I can lead a healthy life style and attend my school well.
She taught me to be patient and control my anger as I got angry very easily since I was too young. She taught me the importance of having a healthy life style. Still I was too immature to understand what she says and sneak chapattis under the table.
Today I am a big teenage girl of 15. I am disciplined, focused, and healthy and stood a topper throughout my academic career. This is all possible because of one person, my hero my mother. All my friends respect my mother too. She is not a mother but my best friend. I can discuss all my problems with her whenever I face any difficulties because I know she is the best one to show me the right path.
In my low times she always asks me to remain calm and patient and wait for the right time. I still remember the way she used to hide Christmas gifts for me when I was a kid. Every year on Christmas I wake up seeing Santa’s gift in stockings for me kept by her. The gift was always of my choice and I was never disappointed. She also used to keep a letter along with the gift saying that Santa wants me to do those things.
The letter was full of importance of life, success and importance of being a better human being. All my friends consider me quiet luck to have her as my mother. I love my mother and lot and I thank god that I am blessed with such a good hearted person as my mother. I love my mother a lot. She is my life my hero.