I was waiting for my dad to come and pick me up. He was never late, so I thought that there was something wrong with the car or his boss wanted to talk to him about something. I didn't call him because if he was talking to his boss, then I didn't want to interrupt him. My mom called to tell me that she was coming to pick me up. She came a little while after she called. When I got in the car I asked her where's dad, but she didn't say a word. I started to worry about dad. We went home and my mom said to me:
"Emily, I have to tell you something."
I was sure that it was about dad. Something bad had happened to him.
"Honey, your dad has been sent to Afghanistan this morning with the U.S Army. Don't worry, he will be okay.
"said mom. I could hear the pain in her voice.
"How long is he staying? "I asked with tears in my eyes.
"Probably⦠6-7 months, but he is coming back for a while to visit us and then he will leave again, but I don't know for how long this time." Said mom.
I really missed dad. We used to do everything together. On Saturdays and Sundays, we used to walk the dogs, have a little picnic. The first days the pain was stronger. It made me sick and weak. I was really worried about him, because he might get hurt⦠or worse. I couldn't stand his emptiness in the house. I just locked myself in my room and cried. Every single day for the past 6 months I hoped that he would walk through the door and say : "Hey, Emy!". Actually, I am proud of...