As I walked home from the bus stop after a hard day at school noticed a unfamiliar car outside the driveway. Dad! I ran down the road and barely looked when I crossed it. I opened the door and went into the living room and sure enough sat there in his smart uniform was my dad!
"Hey little soldier" he said as I dumped my bag and huffed him.
"Hey dad" I said breathing in his scent. It was weird and smelled clean.
"Have you been doing your duty?" He asked sitting down again next to mum.
"Yeah, sure have" I said sitting in the armchair opposite.
"I think we need to have a chat" he said.
"About?" I asked.
"About what I so and why I'm never here" he explained and held my mums hand.
"Yeah" I said.
"Well, I'm am army man. I work out in Afghanistan. It's a nice enough place but lots of fighting" he said and my heart started pounding. I never even knew. He went across the world for six months at a time and I never even knew. I was angry at my self for never asking why and never caring enough to wonder.
"What do you do?" I asked.
"I fight and go on patrols and train new cadets" he explained.
"But your in danger?" I asked.
"Only small, not much at all it's all very safe and we have our safety and any attacks we have plans to stay safe" he said. Tears began to dwell in my eyes. He was in danger. He fought people and saved others and he did this for his country, I liked politics to and I knew why the fighting was happening but I never in a million years thought my dad would ever be apart. I'd often wondered if he was an explorer on a new journey or a undiscovered world, or a rock star who went on tours and played stadiums filled with fans every night. He did something better than that, he saved others.
Later that night dad went again. I held onto him for ages crying that he doesn't have to go and every time he would hug me and say it's for his country. He finally left about half past eleven. He'd packed some new things and he'd come in and kissed me right on the forehead and say 'look after everyone little soldier'
"I will dad!" I cried and he left. He was gone for another six months and I now knew why.
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Little soldier
No FicciónSince the tender age of 2 Lily has been growing up without a constant father and she never knew why, when she was old enough for her to understand the truth of reality hit her and and has to battle her way through life without him Warning: might m...
