My Hero is someone special to me. She died when i was tweleve. She was the one person i could always go to but now i can't. She was the one who would help you when you were down, push you when you needed it, and cared for all. she would always put others before herself. She seemed like a siant. She was the one person you could always go to. If you had her you would make her a saint of your own. I am pround to share her middle name with mine. She was someone you would never think about. My hero was my Grandma.
February 10, 2008