My Forensics Piece (cont.)

I have my first forensics competition of the year this Saturday. I am so excited! It is the state competition. Just to let you all know: I did NOT write it. 
This is how it goes.

(Sigh of longing)
Dad's Coming home today.

The last letter that he wrote to me said

(In dad's voice)
Dear Beautiful Daughter of Mine,
I love you and I miss you. You are the best daughter in the world! And soon, I will get to hug you in my own arms- (sigh)Yes, General Rogers. Can you give me a moment. Where was I? Ah, yes. I don't know if mommy told you, but I am coming home in 29 days. And when I get home I am going to give you the biggest hug in the whole wide world. I don't know if you remember our last hug, but, this one is going to be a bazillion times bigger. Then after our hug, I want you to tell me, face-to-face, everything that I have missed over these last 7 years.
So, make a list.
For real this time,
Love you,
Daddy

(Intro)
Growing up without a parent around can be a hard adjustment for any child. However, the adjustment to a parent returning from the service can be just as difficult. Abigail has lived most of her childhood whiteout her father. Dealing with abandonment, pride, longing, love, and hope. Abigail must decide how to cope with the possible return of her father in "Dad's Coming Home" by Joele Denis.

And then under that it says "P. S." and next to that there is a stick drawing of me and him holding hands. Sometimes, I think daddy forgets I'm not 6 years old anymore.  But I do remember our last hug though. In fact I remember everything about that day, but I have a really good memory so I usually remember everything about every day. Mom says I have a perfect image - something - it basically that I am really smart.

Ummmm… So. That day.

I didn't know what was going on, but I knew something was. Because I woke up to the sound of mom and dad fighting, and mom and dad never fought. Ever.

So I got out of bed and walked over to the door- which was already open, because I'm afraid, (half whispers) I used to be afraid of the dark. By the time I got from my bed to the doorway the fighting got even louder, but I couldn't see anything. So I remember walking out of the room and into the hallway… and thinking that the lights were really bright and I could see mom and dad's shadows. And it was weird because mom and dad were fighting, but their shadows showed mom and dad hugging. People don't hug each other when they are fighting… Right? That's just weird.

Anyway dad's coming home and I'm really, I'm really… I don't know what I am. I'm happy. I'm excited. I'm eager. But I'm also nervous… I am scared. I'm petrified.

Well- it's not that I am scared of my dad or anything. It's just that I haven't seen him since I was six. That was like forever ago. I have changed a lot since then. But he has probably changed a lot more than me. Which is weird.

That is the first 2 pages of my piece. I memorized the whole thing, in case you didn't know. ;)