Hero

Name: Adrian Dante Dixon (goes by Dante)
Age: 24 years old
Race/religion/gender: Jamaican/Rastafarian/Male
Parents: Romario and Taniyah Dixon (Father left at age 5)
Style of dress: Casual, trousers, sandals, loud colors, stands out
Hometown: Kingston, Jamaica
Marital status/family: Not married, 1 little boy
Most embarrassing moment: His junior year in gym class, and a classmate pantsed him
Greatest fear: Spiders and his family being hurt
Strongest desire: go to the US to become a famous artist for singing/guitar
Job: Sells dope
Where he/she wants to be in 5 years: Living in America with his family making millions
Guiltiest pleasure: Smoking weed
Identifying marks: Two burn scars on his right hand from lighting it up
Mannerisms/gestures: Loud, very out spoken, chill, relaxed, kind to others
What he/she was like in school: The class clown, most talented
Favorite sayings: Yah maan, dude, wheres the weed at,
Favorite quotes from songs: One love, No woman no cry, Buffalo soldier, don't worry be happy
Favorite movie quotes: I don't think we're in kansas anymore toto, would you be interested in purchasing liability insurance
Most valuable possession: His hundred dollar pipe
How he/she feels about love: Thinks its out there for him, but has too much he wants to do with his life
Philosophy on life: Every little thing is gonna be alright

Adaptation

I started to cry. I couldn't believe she was really leaving. "Don't worry daddy," she explained,

"Stanford isn't too far away. I'll make sure to call you often, and i'll still see you on holidays! I'll

still get to see you daddy." For some reason, that didn't seem to help comfort me very much. I

continued to hug her, and started nervously giving her advice on boys, driving, and how to work

hard. Ava laughed, told me that I had told her this several times. I love her laugh and her smile,

I'm sure going to miss that. Sure I can't wait to have alone time with my wife Noelle, but it sure

didn't mean that this was going to be easy letting her go.

Noelle hugged Ava, then I hugged her one last time. I whispered in her ear, "I love you baby,

goodbye." And she was off. We got in the car, Noelle started to talk; " Casey, are you gonna be

okay sweetie? She'll be fine. We've raised her well, don't ya think?" I smiled and nodded my

head. There goes my life, my baby girl. She's off to college, she's on her own now. My little girl.

My thoughts kept going back to 18 years ago, when Noelle told me she was pregnant. We were

just in high school. I remember the thoughts of feeling too young, I swear I was just a kid then. I

had so many plans. I wanted to travel, play the drums with my band in California. I didn't think

I could handle being a dad. I wanted to run away, forget she had told me that. I thought my life

was over, I didn't see it going good in any way. I was wrong. Just thinking about when Ava was

born, Noelle and her had become my everything. She meant more to me than life itself. It was

hard at times, all the bills we had. But I wouldn't change it for anything else in this world. She

had become my life, my future, my everything.