Now I have another start to tell you of the home. It happened as faith and hope where sitting at the fire in the living room by the Christmas tree. The heard a light knock on the door they turned to see one of the caretakers. She had a small smile on her face.
"Hello girls. There's someone in the parlor for y'all but first you better go and wash up." The girls quickly went and washed and changed clothes. When they made it to the parlor there sat father. He had a wide grin on his face and his arms out stretched. Faith ran to him and hugged him. But hope stayed back. When father noticed he looked up. "Hope why do you linger. Come and rejoice with me." Hope didn't move instead she asked. "But father aren't you mad at me?" Father's smile only grew "come here" reluctantly she came and sat on his knee. "Hope everyone has doubts. Even faith your sister had doubts I wouldn't come back." Hope looked to her sister. And faith shook her head. "Hope I feared every day father wouldn't return. But I still clung to my hope he would." Faith started to cry.
" The only thing that got me through was you and father." Father tightened his arms on his girls. "When y'all are ready we can go home." The girls eagerly went to collect there few belongings. When they had collected there few belongings they walked down stairs where father was patiently waiting. "All y'all ready." Both the girls eagerly shook there head. The drive to the house seemed to take ages. But finally in the distance was a beautiful white house. There was windows on the front and green grass covered the many field's surrounding the house. In one of the fields was an apple orchard. And another looked like a huge garden. As soon as the car stoped both girls where out of the car and running towards the house. The house was huge in the parlor data beautiful grand piano. The man showed them to there rooms. Which were each decorated beautifully. The girls thanked the man again and again. And that is how they came to live in the house.
YOU ARE READING
waiting for you
Short Storythis is a short story I wrote a few years ago I'm happy to publish it here. if you like metaphors then this book is for you. Hope and faith are faced with many challenges in life both orphaned at a young age. When Father comes and shows them live th...