My father was a really honorable policeman. He was very brave, very honest, very dedicated, and very committed to the job of providing the citizens with a safe environment. Growing up, I see him as a super hero, and I know, deep within the deepest recesses of my young heart, I will be just like him in the future: brave, honest, committed and maybe even more than that.

Now, I am already a police officer; a safe-keeper, just like my dad. I just hope that he’s still here to see how far I have become. He died two years ago, just in time for my graduation. At his death bed, he spoke of the things I need to keep in my heart, in order to fulfill my duties with honor. My heart was broken that day, but I know that he will always be there for me.

Last night, I had the courage of opening the box my mom gave me which houses my father’s gun. I opened it and I saw his rusty gun, almost on the verge of death. I took my evapo-rust, a very trusted rust remover, and started cleaning my dad’s gun from every angle. After, I saw its real beauty.