My hero

When Trav and Amanda got married, they went salmon fishing and Trav caught a pretty decent size fish. He put a picture of it on a t-shirt along with the caption "my nephew, my hero" and gave it to me with much fanfare.
Although I never acknowledged trav as my hero, if I had, today he would have been unceremoniously yanked off his pedestal and thrown to the ground, stomped on and left to die.
Today my mother and father drove thru a fierce wind that was blowing snow across the highway making it very tough to see your own lane, much less the rest of the highway and brought me and my sister Susan each chicken noodle soup. Susan has a bad cold and the soup will definitely help her. Turns out I have fractured ribs and that is why I have been so sore for the last while. I am not sure if the mom made soup will help that, but the love that came with it will go a long way to healing me. I had it for supper and I already feel better.
Do you want your shirt back Trav?