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The hero

It is just another rainy day
An ordinary day for most people
But it was a special day for her
It was one of the most traumatising and happiest days of her life
She cried aloud and grabbed the edge of the bed
The baby tried to push her way out to the world
Somewhere across the country
On the harsh cold border
A soldier held his stand braving the weather
His body threatened to give up
But his spirit was stronger than ever
His held his position waiting for his cue
His senses were on high alert
And he watched every moment with scrutiny
He aimed his rifle waiting for the perfect opportunity to take that shot
His security and life was least of his concerns
His nation and her safety was all that mattered
The baby decided to make its way out
She arrived just in time
The gunshots were fired
She shrieked at the top of her lungs
Oblivious to the fact that a guardian angel protected her
They protected her along with millions of people in the country
She has his eyes and nose, someone declared
This was not completely false
She bore a close resemblance to her father
She was not aware that he was a hero
At least not yet
The firing guns came to a halt
They called it a day and returned to their camps
It was a decent day
It had a mixture of victories and sacrifices
The weary soldier received a message
He read it, and tears streamed down his face
It was filled with happiness and regret
Happiness that his princess was here
Regret that he missed her first cry and smile
He hoped that she would understand
That he served her more significant purpose
His friends looked intently at him
It is a girl, he screamed at the top of his lungs
They gathered to congratulate him
As she gave out her first smile
Knowing her father will protect her and everyone

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