Little soldier

Week flown

This time came again for Dad to leave and the time came to quickly. It had flown. Every night I would stay up and write a diary with my new notebook and pen about the precious days he was with us. I never usually kept diaries because I could never stay committed to them but this seemed to memorable to every forget. Dad packed up his stuff and I heard mum crying her eyes out in the next room. I could hear everything through my thin walls.

"It's a year" Dad mumbled. A year?

"But it's the front line" she sobbed. Front line?

"I'll be safe" he said. Oh no!

"Just promise you'll come back in one piece" she said and I heard them hug and then their door opened and so did mine.

"Hey little solider" Dad said coming in.

"Hey big solider" I said.

"I'm going" he said and I felt the tears.

"How long?" I asked dreading the answer.

"A year" he said and my heart froze. A year of missing him would drive me crazy.

"Where abouts?" I asked "In the camp? Training new people?"

"Front line" he said and I full on cried. The front line was face to face fighting. He was sure to get hurt like the other soldiers who had been flown back to England without an leg or arm or even memory. I couldn't live with him not knowing who I was. I clung to him like a five year old clinging to a teddy.

"Look after everyone Little Soldier" he said and kissed me then walked out. I didn't even follow. I just fell to the ground and cried into my soft white carpet. I heard the front door slam then a car drive away, he was gone and that was it.

Mum came in about an hour later with red eyes and smudged mascara. Mum had always been pretty, she says I got it too but I never believed her.

"Hey babe" she said giving me a hug.

"Hey" I said glancing at myself in the mirror. Puffy eyes, red eyes, sore eyes.

"Want some tea?" She asked and I got up and we made Spaghetti.

A/N: hey! I know this book so far is her dad leaving and coming back but trust me it's gonna get better. Stay cool✌️ xxx