I have two heroes because these two people couldn’t have been heroes if they didn’t have each other. My hero is my father, and my heroine is my mother. It wouldn’t be possible to say which one had more heroic qualities. When I was about seven, my mum became the victim of passive smoking. As a result, she was diagnosed with lung cancer. It was a devastating time for the whole family. My mum started going to the hospital every week, then every day, she would even stay there some nights. It was also deeply upsetting seeing my mother attached to all different kinds of tubes with fluids running through them. But seeing my dad gives her the support she needed cheered me up a bit, and it gave my mum strength and courage, which I began to see in her.
A year crept past, and I became eight. My mother’s condition began to worsen, so she had to travel to Canada for special treatment. My dad would go with her for support and to look after her. My older brother and I would have to stay with my aunt, my mum’s sister. The trips to Canada soon became routine, and we were staying at my aunt’s house quite often. It was very hard, of course, being away from our parents frequently, but we never complained. We both knew how hard it must have been for our parents. But this situation opened my eyes; I began to admire my mum because of her bravery, and my dad also because of his courage. I realized that my mum saw the courage in my dad because seeing my dad this strong gave her strength.
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Another year slowly passed, and my mother became worryingly thin. It was painful for all of us, especially my dad. What if he couldn’t cope with it? What if the pressure became too much? But he did cope with it, taking care of my mum, doing everything she used to do. It was horrible seeing my mum, my own mum, so weak. I never thought anything like cancer would ever happen to anyone in my family, especially my mum. Cancer is the sort of stuff you read about or see on television. It never crosses your mind that it could affect you, but it had happened. It was so hard to believe.
As I neared the age of ten, my mum started breathing using an oxygen capsule. It was such a difficult time for our family. This meant she would have to spend most of her time in hospital, but as often as she could, she would come home to visit my brother and me. She couldn’t even walk on her own anymore; she had to use a wheelchair. My mum knew that her time was ending, but she surprised me; she wasn’t afraid of dying. She had made the most of the time she had had, so at least that made her feel better. But there was one thing she wanted to do before she died; she wanted to go to Iran, her home country, to see her family for the last time. She only remained alive because of her hope; her one last wish was to keep her alive.
So, we travelled to Iran. My mother saw her family, her mum, her sisters for the last time, and one day later, she flew away on May 21st, 1997. I had always thought my mum was like an angel, and now, she really was one. She had never been afraid of dying. She was kind and gentle, and everyone loved her to bits. She taught me to be strong in my life, whatever I do. My mother became my heroine, and I hope she knows it now. From now on, it was only going by me, my brother and my dad. My dad now had the role of two parents, and I would constantly be worried that it would become too much for him, and I still do. Raising two children on your own is tough work, and I understand that. The quality that makes my dad a hero, though is his cou, rage.
He is determined to carry on with his life and not let what happened to ruin his life and ours. He has taken care of us and has been a single parent for more than five years, so he is exceptional. He has been a great influence in our lives, and we make sure he knows how much we care about him every day. My definition of a hero or heroine is someone extraordinary. They are someone who has qualities not everyone has. My mother’s illness opened my eyes and made me realize that my parents showed qualities not many people have. They had the strength and courage that I don’t see in many people. That makes a hero or heroine special to me, and it doesn’t matter what other people think about it.