"Thank God, Miracle Man is here."
It was shown by the people's faces when they saw me arrive at the tragic place. There was a fire incident and a robbery too. People didn't do anything but waited for someone to come and help them.
When I arrived, everything was settled. I killed the fire by simply commanding it through my thoughts. The robbers were arrested too when I suddenly came because of my superpowers. Thanks to this power of mine the town of Macrohon was always peaceful as long as I was here.
"Hey, Matt! Stop daydreaming and start working."
Mocking said with my co-worker on the construction site. He laughed at me while spacing out and then the others did the same. I just nodded and went back to work.
I was always desperate to have superpowers since I was a child. I remembered how I was beaten up by my stepfather for not doing the house chores immediately. As a young kid, all I could do was cry while continuing to work and at the same time hoping to have someone to save me.
I was inspired to dream to be a hero because of the movies I saw on the television that I often watched with my neighbor. I found heroes were so amazing that they could do everything that they wanted. Also, they didn't let the people suffer or hurt, they'd always be there to protect them.
Even in my teenage years I still had that dream. Even though the dreams were getting blurry as time passed by. I knew that heroes didn't exist in the real world. I knew that they were just fictional characters created to inspire people to do good things and be afraid to do bad things. I kept dreaming and dreaming until my dream would come true in time.
"Father, I brought your favorite food."
I smiled at him and he smiled while slowly walking towards me. After work, I bought adobo. Once a week I bought this food after I received my salary for working as a construction worker. He's my stepfather who was rude to me but I still didn't hate him. I was still thankful that even when my biological mother died he didn't kick me in the house.
He stopped working for a couple of years after being attacked with high blood pressure. He had a stroke that half of his body wouldn't be able to move. Of course, it was only I who could help him by providing for his needs.
"Thank you, son."
All of a sudden my father said that with teary eyes.
"What's going on here?"
I was fooling around because it was hard for me to believe hearing those words from him. Well of course I'd been longing for his love for me as his son but it's just that it did not feel right.
"I was a very bad father to you son when I was young and strong. I know I'd hurt you but you answered it with love."
He paused for a minute and held his breath.
"Thank you very much, son. Without you, for sure I'd be dead for now."
I didn't know what kind of emotions I felt. It was sadness inside but my heart was in joy.
"You are my hero, son. You don't need a superpower because you saved me and you've been protecting me."
I didn't know what happened to my father but he melted my heart. I was so happy. I could not believe that in my father's eyes, I was a hero. I thought I would just keep dreaming to be but I'd rather not since my father recognized me as one. That's what matters to me, I could protect my father.
"Thank you, father."
I replied and hugged him with great contentment in my heart.
END
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