Short Stories

He Is Home

My breath forms puffs of steam in the wind. I hate getting up early, but I'm not missing Dad coming home for anything.

He had been gone for over a year. Mum has cried, I have cried, it's tough but there's not much we can do. But it's days like today that make the wait worth while.

I watch as the steps are put up to the plane and the doors open. Men and women in blue camo pile out of the plane with their green duffle bags. I smile as I see little kids, teens and partners alike run up to their loved one, smothering them in hugs and kisses. I even get to watch a father meet his child for the first time. I watch as the tears for in his eyes as he coos at the infant, his wife standing by his side with a big smile on her face.

I look back to the stream of service men and women. Searching for the one I call my own.

"DAD!" I look as my little brothers sprint to our father, he kneels down and holds them tight. I smile and run to join them.

He is home after all this time he is finally home.