It was raining heavily. When I looked out of the window, I saw lightning, which nearly blinded me. Then it was followed by a clap of thunder. It was loud, I thought my eardrums would break. I shivered. It was so cold outside. It was so dark and cloudy that I could not see anything but rain. I hate it when it rains. It reminded me a lot of my late father.
Seven years ago my father died. It was all my mother's fault. I remembered it clearly although I was very small back then. My parents were fighting in their bedroom and throwing things at each other. They closed the door so that my sister and I could not see them. I cried when I heard them shouting. It was scary. I heard them swearing and shouting at each other. I could not believe that my mother was having an affair with another man. Ever since my father found a love letter for my mother, they have been arguing non-stop.
My father packed his suitcase and decided to leave after he and my mother filed for divorce. I remember him saying to my sister and I that no matter what happens, he will always be our father and he will always love us. I was too small to understand why he was leaving. After kissing and hugging us, he left.
Two hours later, he died. It was raining cats and dogs and he was driving on a highway. He had stopped at a nearby restaurant to eat. At that time, two armed men robbed the restaurant, taking all the cash and they shot everyone, including my father. I could not bear to read all about it in the paper. It was all too much. I fell into deep depression and stayed in room for hours. I did not eat nor sleep. I also refused to talk to my mother. I was very angry with her for divorcing my father. My depression lasted a long period of time.
Tears streamed down my face. I sobbed quietly. I did not want my mother and Joe to hear it. Joe is my stepfather. We get along well most of the time, but he is not my father and he will never be.
I looked out of the window once more, only to be surprised to see white car parked outside in front of my house. A dark figure got out. I watched closely through the heavy rain. It was obviously a man. The man opened the gate to my house and walked up to our front door. He looked up and caught me looking at him. I gasped when I saw his face. I could not believe it.
It was the face of my father. I could still remember his face from seven years ago. That man was my father. Was it possible that he had been alive all this time?
I dashed out of my room and ran down the stairs. I quickly opened the front door, ready to greet him. My heart was thumping against my chest, but when I opened the door, I got the shock of my life. There was no man, no car and the gate was closed. There was no one there. Only heavy rain. It was just my imagination. I broke down and cried.
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