They started shouting out to her "Your dad's here! Quick! .. Hey! your dad's here! " .. She ran as quickly as she could from the back of the house to the gate. She was jumping with joy, she's going home. She's been there the whole day playing with her friends. But one whole day of playing for her is quite tiresome, she longed for her home.. she longed to lounge on her sofa back at home, be a couch potato, watching her cartoon shows, one at a time....
They had been playing at the back of the house, climbing trees, watching the fish swim in the very small pond... the grass was not cut. She was not used to this sort of environment. it's quite 'dirty' , she thought to herself.. she yearned to go home, to her cozy contented environment where she felt safe, nothing bad ever happen there,.... oh, how she thought she will be in her safe place in 15 minutes time.. she ran as fast as she could to the gate to greet her dad.
She was about to call out to her dad, she had to abrubtly stop at her tracks. The man standing in front of her was not her dad... what's happen? what's going on? .. she turn to the back, saw her friends running up to her. actually, they were laughing at her. one or two of them even call out to her.. "hey, go on... call him dad!.. that's your dad! ..." and they continue to laugh.. She couldnt understand why her friends had played such a cruel joke on her. She loves her dad. That's not her dad. But the way they joke made her look again at the man , he was smiling to her now. He had a warm smile. A familiar smile. Same smile a dad would give to a daughter or son... She was only 8 years old, how could she feels this? how can a 8 years old feel so confused? yet ................ what's happening inside her mind?
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