My hero is my father. In my memory,

My hero is my father. In my memory, no matter how unreasonable I was, he never hit me. He could not say any sweet words, nor would he make empty promises. He would only leave my favorite things quietly in my room one morning or evening. He is my superman. Gradually, I grew up. His love for me seems to have changed. Later, I realized that he was overwhelmed by life. Until now I know that he is just another way to love me. Therefore, I must work hard and donundefinedt let him work so hard. I love him very much. My hero, my superman, my father.