My Real Hero

My father's last journey with his family

My father is my real hero of my life. I lost my father when I was studying for a master's degree final year. He showed infinite love to me, my brothers. My father called me, my brothers, my mother, and we are going to kannya kumari. We reach kannya kumari at around 2 o'clock. Then we enjoy the sunset. In the morning, we go to a restaurant and eat our breakfast. After we completed our breakfast, then we went to refresh at the beach, and we went to visit a museum. In this museum, little freedom fighter statues are there.

After a few hours, we exited the museum and went to the bus stand and waited for our city bus to reach our home. After 4 hours, we reached our home. This is one of the best tours for me. My father loves all the kids. One sad thing for me, my father did not see his grandchild. If he was there, he loved his grandchild very much. But because of my unfortunate, he is not with me. My mother, my brothers, with our father now. He is not alive in the world, but he is always living in my thoughts & memories.