It’s not easy to be an astronaut’s son . Everybody expects you to be special or perfect . I often wonder how my father ever had a son like me . I mean he’s so special and so good at everything he does . Even in middle school he was class president and captain of the football team . Well , to be honest , I often dream about being some kind of hero or doing something special - like saving a child from a burning building or discovering a new star . I was daydreaming at school one morning when my teacher said there would be a Father’s Day writing competition for the whole school "I hope we have a winner right here in my class . " When I got home , I started to think about what to write . My father is an astronaut . N0 , I wouldn’t start like that . That was the way others saw him . How did I see my father? Hmm . I saw him sitting with me in the dark when I had a terrible dream . I remembered how he hugged me for hours when my dog Spotty was killed by a car . Yes , these were the things I was going to write . To me , he wasn’t just a world-famous astronaut . He was my dad . My parents and l went to school Thursday night . There were so many people in the big hall! My dad looked at me , and I shrugged . The third prize was announced and it was not me . 1 was relieved and disappointed at the same time . The second prize was announced . It was me . 1 went up to the stage and read what I had written , "My father’s son" . When I finished , the people stood up and cheered . I saw my father blowing his nose . Tears were running down my mother’s face . Dad cleared his throat and put his hand on my shoulder . "Son , this is the proudest moment of my life . "" It was the proudest moment of my life , too . Maybe I’ll never be a great hero or win a Nobel Prize , but it was enough just to be my father’s son .