WELCOME HOME DAD
The day the Head Mistress sent for me to go to her office is another event that stays very clearly in my mind. When I walked in I saw my Mother and two sisters standing beside a soldier! For a moment I could not take in what my eyes could see so clearly; then I shouted "Daddy" and ran across the room into my Father's arms and cried tears of joy. That started everyone off even my Head Mistress was crying. All I knew was that my Dad was home and he was safe! I hugged him so tightly and never wanted to let go.
All my prayers had been answered. My little gold cross and chain had brought my Dad home to me. My faith was restored and reborn that day. It has never wavered since. We were allowed to go home from school early to celebrate our Dad's safe return home. I think this was more fun to my younger brother and sisters. They did not remember Dad. He was a stranger to them. I saw tears in his eyes, because they were unsure of him, but he never let it spoil his welcome home.
As for me, well I had my dad back! He was safe! What more could a little child ask for?