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Intermediate. Years 7/8/9

What's happened to my dad?

By Lucy Wickins, year 8, Grammar School

'So, where are we off to now?" I said to my father as he rushed me to the train station in despair. There was no reply so I knew he was upset, but in all honestly I couldn’t wait to get out of here. To get away from the horrible people in my town.
But then in the corner of my eye I saw parents crying as their children walked off; not my dad though, he was brave, he never cried. Well that's what I thought, anyway, but as I turned around there he was sobbing. Obviously I didn’t know what to do; I was only 12 years old at the time so I ran onto the train as quick as possible.
Once I had found somewhere to stand I leaned into a conversation which involved three boys talking about what was going on...WAR! If I had known that I would have never got onto the train, there was no way of me getting off either.
What was going to happen to my father? Why didn’t he come with me? Questions were racing through my head. At this point all I wanted was to see my father but that was the one thing I couldn’t have.
When we arrived in a safe place I instantly went to my my room to rest. Weeks went by and I missed him more and more each day. Then, I got a shout to come down by my new foster parents; they told me they had bad news! My father had been shot in battle and couldn’t make it.
I didn’t believe it, it couldn’t be true, my father was the strongest man in the world, but unfortunately it was true! I ran to my bedroom and cried until I could not cry anymore.

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