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I was walking home from school today with K.

I saw a man leaning against the wall. He was wearing a
beige-ish jersey and blue jeans and he was talking on the
phone.

It was my dad.

I carried on walking, thinking if it really was him, he
could tell by my voice and he'd catch up with me.

The scene of him rushing up behind me, pinching my sides
like he used to an him saying "Hey darlin" like he does
was playing a million times a minute in my head as i
carried on walking.

I couldn't last the suspense after a while so I turned
around.

My heart was beating a thousand times a second and i had
goose bumps from head to toe. I was sure it was my daddy.
Come to rescue me.

I saw him.

It wasn't my daddy.

He hadn't come to rescue me.

I cried.

And carried on walking.

I can always see that guy though.

Who-ever he was.

He looked like my daddy.