CHELSEA!” It was my dad. I knew it was. I quickly turned around in a bright, bright room and looked for him. I found him running toward me. He ran perfect and fast and he was so handsome in his uniform. He was smiling. When he caught up to me in that bright room, he picked me up and twirled me around and around. It felt so good and wonderful to be held by my dad again. He was strong, like always. And his hug was tight and the best thing ever. I was so happy to be held by him and see him, I forgot to speak to him. All I remembered to do was cry. I know I’d said I would never cry again, but I had to. He was there. Right in front of me and holding me. It was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I never, ever wanted him to let me go. I needed him to just hold me forever and ever and ever. I was with my dad again. It was a miracle. A wonderful, amazing miracle.
