Something was wrong. I felt it in the pit of my stomach as soon as I woke up that morning. I went to the kitchen to get breakfast. When I saw the tub of cookie dough sitting on the shelf, everything just started to come rushing back. Eating cookie dough together, laughing at the stupidest things. Every little detail was just a tidal wave crashing over me. I missed you so much. I asked Mom everyday why you left. She was never brave enough to tell me.

After seeing the tub of cookie dough, I went to my room and got ready for school. I haven’t seen or talked to you in eight months. Then once I home from school that day, I had a missed call. It was from you.

I couldn’t speak, my heart was racing out of my chest. I was pacing back and forth debating whether or not I should call back. I picked up the phone, and dialed the number. You answered, I fell to the ground questioning if this was real.

It was you, hearing your voice after so long just felt unnatural to me. You came back into my life so sudden that I thought you were going to leave again. But you didn’t, you stayed. It was completely different, I couldn’t believe that my dad was back in my life.