Daughter to father

Mrs. Darling: There are many different kinds of bravery. There's the bravery of thinking of others before one's self. Now, your father has never brandished a sword nor fired a pistol, thank heavens. But he has made many sacrifices for his family, and put away many dreams.
Michael: Where did he put them?
Mrs. Darling: He put them in a drawer. And sometimes, late at night, we take them out and admire them. But it gets harder and harder to close the drawer... He does. And that is why he is brave.

Peter Pan.-

Daddy taught me a lesson. I still can't figure it out, but he did. He told me once in his life, he was this popular guy in a way, he had friends from all over and he enjoyed this part of life. However, he told destiny had different path for him, destiny wanted him to be someone else, fate wanted him to be rather skeptical and suspicious about people themselves. One day the brother of whom he called his best friend failed him, but he really failed him. He betrayed him and his family and unaware of how things had happen, dad could not believe again in any of them, not his best friend or his brother. He just didn't believe in people anymore. He could not believe that there was hope for them, he believed that people were bound fail each other. Months later, his best friend died but by the time my dad had taken distance from him and his friends. A series of tragic events followed in his life, as if all the people who could possibly make him change his mind, were bound to go, to leave him. His dad did, because he had bigger issues up high, his sister did because she could not handle the death of their father, his mother did because she was too depressed. But also in this time, he met mom. My mom. And today they have 10 children. Life has taken so much my dad, it had destroyed his hope, taken his loved ones, vanished his goals, twisted his course and yet he drew the knife from his back and kept his feet on the ground. He stood up to life, which seemed more like death, he kept strong and even if he showed no faith in humanity, he always kept it alive. He sat for years holding his dad's hand until he left, he helped his mom and still today when he's alone he cries for them. And he found someone who made him happy, who brought him back to life, someone who he loved, someone with who he wanted to make more life, give back what was taken away from him.

My father is the bravest person I'll ever meet.