I live with my mother and brother. Our location is currently two hundred and thirty miles away from my father. When it comes to my parents I am more like my father. We are proof that the apple dosent fall far from the tree. Thats why living away from him and not seeing him for the holidays hurts so much. He is the only one who really listens to me. I could read him my stories and tell him my thoughts for hours and he is always there for me though its mostly by phone. He is always proud of me no matter how little my acomplishments are he makes me feel like the world is mine. I owe a lot to my dad and i wrote this to let him know that. He is my number one hero.