It has been a long day" she told me.
Night, is more like it" I answered.
we were sitting on her bed, are blankets covering are feet.it was 4 am and all our friends have fallen asleep. But we were still wide awake.
Can I ask you a question?" 'She said in her serious voice.
You just did."
How would you describe a hero? She said slowly. I laughed "is this some sort of joke?" I asked.
No really! How would you describe a hero?" she asked as one of our friends mumbled something in her sleep.
Donne, why are you asking me such weird questions so late?" I yawned.
But when she started glaring I answered: "a hero is someone who fights, a hero is one who returns crowned with victory, the unbeatable one, the saver, the one who returns alive, the one that will always be remembered, the ones we learn about in our history lessons."
Are you happy now?" I asked.
Surprisingly, she looked disappointed, and a bit surprised.
"What?"I asked.
"That is who you call a hero?" she said in a shocked voice.
"Well, who do you consider a hero?" i answered in a annoyed voice.
It was late, and I was tired, and not very interested to talk about: "who do you call a hero?"
"Well, a hero is someone who knows they are not the only one in the picture, a hero is someone that will fall. And fall again-but always get up, a hero is someone that understands that victory comes with a price me can't always pay, a hero is some who understand that he-like all of -doesn't always win, a hero is someone who believes in second chances, someone who understands that sometimes he will have to stay behind, a hero is someone who doesn't need to be remembered-someone willing to stay in the shadows,"
"That, is who I will consider a hero!" she said in a confident voice.
And when my eyes were closing .just before I fall asleep I whispered back to her:
"I think that I can call you a hero to"