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My Dad The Hero              Part 1

My Dad The Hero Part 1

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WpMetadataReadComplete Sat, Oct 25, 2014<5 mins
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Seven years ago my dad joined the scariest job ever , the army . One morning I woke up to go to school but then my mum stopped me , she said "Emily we are going on a road trip" I replied "ROAD TRIP , to where" she then told me to pack everything I had . A few hours later while I was packing with my mum my dad and my brother walked in , we all sat down and my dad started to tremble his words , I said "is everything ok" he said "of course dear" he was talking about the army , after I heard him say that word I then started to panic and could hear shots and people screaming , I shouted to my dad "YOU CANT" he didn't answer after that , he just walked out my room with my mum while me and my brother were crying our eyes out . The next day I still had that feeling where you feel like you can't stand or talk , my dad walked in and had a serious talk with me he started like "hi dear , the only places I'll be going in the army is Kenya and Afghanistan" my heart started to pound and I screamed
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"Alexia." Someone screams and soon I'm drenched in water. I gasp and sit up. My mom hugs me and I tensed. "Sorry." I whispered and relax. I was covered in sweat and water. It's almost been a year since I've been back home. I still have those terrors or should I say memories. That day has been scarred in my brain. I was only 7. I'm 17 now. But that memory has been haunting me for the past 3 days. My dad stood at the door watching silently. He gave me space and I loved how he cared enough to. Maybe it was the fact I had a panic attack once when he woke me. "Hi." I breath out. "Hey." He whispers. Long story short I was taken when I seven, a day after my birthday. I hadn't remember much about my family expected maybe my dad and two other boys who were, well are my brothers. But I've been in a cell obeying the rules of a monster for 10 years. It took a lot of therapy to just get me to say two words and stop hiding and running away 1 year of therapy to realize he can't hurt me now. "You can come in.." I say softly. He walks in and joins the hug. I sigh and lean into their touch. There's no doubt in my mind that I will be starting the sessions again.

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