230 p.m.

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I can see my dad coming. He is a few steps away, I start walking towards him as he stops at the hose. I start, I point the hose at his feet and get the mud off of his feet. I move up his legs, his arms until I hit him in the face with the hose. I wash his hair while he spins in

He came in with his usually sack with some more weapons probably and dinner for me to make. I must have got home early, because the government just left. But there was something else unusually. A solider was here, and that must have meant something but I would never know. I just did not want to ask about it.

He threw a good size bird on the counter, probably from the government, and a few veggies. Like potatoes, carrots, celery, and green beans. I take the bird and cut it and throw it in the oven. I throw the veggies on the stove and cook. Soon dinner is ready, but I know something is wrong and I must find out after dinner. We have dinner at 3:30 pm.

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