Since i was young my hero has been my dad he was what i looked up to in life even if he hit me and yelled at me for doing small mistakes, he was my best friend when i was little and he still is , but the thing that has changed is how i view him.

My first memory (that i can remember) of my dad was when i was with my dad outside sitting side by side while he was teaching me to say the abc's but i couldn't pronounce it right or say it at all so he got mad and hit me ,I was screaming and crying but he just would not stop.

My second memory of my dad was i don't know.