My Hero Isn’t Superman Anymore

The following is a school paper written by a young man about his CASA Volunteer, Tracy:

“My teacher asked our class, “Who is your hero?” When I was little, my hero was Superman and the Hulk. But now, my hero is a lady that loves me all the time. Tracy had to come to my house because my mom wasn’t home at night.

Tracy came to my school last year, and we talked in the office. Tracy told me that she was going to do everything to help me. I didn’t not like her, and I didn’t like her. She kept coming over to my granny’s house and talking to me and my brother.

I told her I liked basketball. For my birthday, she got me a basketball. She played basketball with me and my brother. We won. She is okay, but we are better. But Tracy always throws the ball far. My brother likes football, and she got him one for his birthday. She played football with us too. She beat us at football. She really likes football a lot.

We went to a basketball camp, and Tracy came and watched us. She took lots of pictures of us, too. That was fun because she gave us some of those pictures. I have one of me and her and my brother on my dresser.

Tracy always tells me to do my best. She calls me a lot, too. She comes to my school sometimes to have lunch with us. And at recess, she races us – we always beat her. Sometimes I let her win because I like her. Tracy hugs me all the time. I like it, and Tony does too.

My hero is not Superman anymore. Me and Tommy both think Tracy is our hero. She loves us all the time. She does not lie to me, and she tells us the truth.

I hope Tracy wins the hero story because I want her to win. My granny says if she does not win, that is okay because she still loves us.”

Robert

Note to Robert from his teacher:
“Robert, Tracy sounds like a wonderful hero! You and Tommy are very lucky to have her in your life. This is an awesome paper.”