I'd have to say my father and my husband.

My mother died when I was 10. My dad, who was 67 at the time, raised me by himself.

I married my husband because he has all the qualities I wish I had and I knew if I ever couldn't stand up for myself he would do it for me. And any man who takes the time to kiss a half dozen stuffed animals so his little girl will sleep better is my hero. Especialy when she's convinced you have to kiss both their heads and their butts before they sleep well! (I have no idea why)

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