Her eye peeks out from beneath the cloth as she overlooks the man standing beside her. He is handsome, strong and tall, built to protect her. His smile is soft yet his eyes can challenge anyone who dares to utter a word. He is gentle, yet can pounce at the flick of a light. He is a son, a brother, an uncle; he is a husband and a father. She looks at him and wonders what he is thinking.
His daughter runs to him, upset, tears flowing down her cheeks as she shows him her knee, injured from a fall, bleeding from the cut. He smiles at her, kisses her forehead as he caresses her knee. She looks up at him, no she looks up to him, he is her protector, her defender, he is her love, her life.
His son runs up behind his sister to greet his father. He is too heavy to be picked up, but he does it. They hug and he kisses his father on the check. In his father’s eyes he can see that he will grow up to be a good man, a decent man, a loving man. His father has been around for him, he has been his role model, his protector, his defender, he has been his love and his life.
They walk into the house and the kids sit in his lap as he tells them about his day. Attentively they listen, they hang on every word, they cherish these moments. She looks over at them as she prepares the dinner table, she smiles. She enjoys his company; she enjoys his stories and his dreams. She looks at him as if in a daze, unable to believe that a man this good could be found, she knows who he is. He is her protector, her defender; he is her love and her life.
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