My dad, the hero.

When I was little, about 4-5 years old,
I thought the sun was following me
Wherever I went, the sun was right up there in the sky shining
Sometimes when playing outside, I would run real fast
Then look back to check if it's still up there following me
I couldn't outrun that sun.
Sometimes I would hide underneath a tree's shadow
Peeking out to see if it has lost me
and if it has finally given up on chasing after me
But there it was, still hanging up in the sky
hovering over me
There was no escape
I had to run real fast into the house before it could catch me

I remember this one day when my dad drove me to my grandparents' house
And I noticed that the sun was following me again
I asked my dad, "Dad.. why is the sun following us?"
He turned his head around, tilted his face to spot the sun
"Oh? It's following us?", he replied
"Yes! It's been following me and won't go away." I said.
"You don't like it?"
"No.. I don't like it. It's scaring me."
"Then I will scare it away from you."

My dad honked his horn and shouted to the sun,
"Go away, Sun! Stop following us!!"
Then he told me to keep an eye on it to see if it's still following us.
I did that.. I got up from my seat and looked out the back window.
"Daddy, it's still up there"
"Don't worry, I scared him away. He won't come near you from now on."

I smiled and sat back in my seat.
My daddy, the hero.
Scared that sun away!