Dead

                                           I sat on my front porch eating carrots waiting for him to come. He was always late, but as always I could wait. I mean it’s not easy being a super hero, I just wish that he could pay more attention to me. Finally he arrived. His mauve coloured eyes were tearful. But the only time that he cried was when he couldn’t save someone. I went and hugged him, but he stood straight as a steel pole. Finally he spoke, but the words he said made me feel like someone had pulled me under a pool and chained me there. My father is dead.