|The beautiful Priya|
When the hero of a film is wounded you feel bad. You want him to get better and save the day! Essentially he should regain all his strength, kill the bad guy and restore peace. Well, that's fiction at its best because real life is not always like this.
Throughout my childhood my dad played with me, took me and my brothers on wonderful holidays, helped me with school work, planned my birthday parties and worked damn hard with my mum to provide for my brothers and me. He came to visit universities with me, helped me move into my student accommodation and gave me away at my wedding. He is a man I love with all my heart and I cherish him. He is also a wonderful and loving grandfather to my daughter.
The way I look at my dad I can already see my daughter look at her daddy the same way. That precious bond. The unspoken love. To me, my dad was like a modern day superhero. No weaknesses and no faults. One summer, after my placement year in industry, my dad became slightly unwell. After a few weeks he noticed a lump and a routine biopsy was performed.
How could he get sick? Why him? What has he ever done to anyone? I can't live without him! What about my mum? How will she cope? I watched her sit there silently, tears streaming down her face. My beautiful mother, broken.
I couldn't. I became bitter. I refused to believe he was so sick. My dad was diagnosed with Hodgkins Lymphoma and I would sit in the university library researching into it, putting all my energy into my university work. I powered on like this for weeks. One morning I woke up, went to kiss my dad to tell him I was leaving and I became so angry at him. I hated that he was so unwell. He was loosing his hair. He was loosing weight. The chemotherapy had taken a hold of him. Did I blame him for becoming so unwell?
I walked out his room and straight out of the house. I practically ran to the bus stop. I didn't even notice the bus drive past or the fact I was crying. I had finally accepted it and I felt completely defeated. My dad was unwell. Really unwell. I blamed him for this because he had a high powered job in the telecommunications industry, and I felt the stress and lifestyle had taken its toll on him.
My dad is my hero. Actually he's my superhero. He fought off and killed the bad guy. My mum is his strength, and without her strength he wouldn't have believed he could've got through this. By doing so, he saved us. They both saved this family.
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Part two of the Pabarilife and NICU MUM - My Hero will be posted soon so stay tuned!
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