He’s home


Dad’s back. I don’t know where he’s been but he’s back, he stepped off his boat this morning laden down with his rucksack.

I shout “dada” when I see him, I throw my hands up in the air, I smile from cheek to cheek to let him know how much I care.
I show him everything I’ve learned as quickly as I can, and mum breathes a little easier with the return of her favourite man.

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