The Beginning of a Story That Has No Name
"Wait here!" He shouted over the storm, placing me on our front porch. His voice quieted. "I'll be right back.." He kissed my forehead dearly and with that... he left.
The rain continued to fall like I'd never seen before..
I waited... And I waited.. And I waited...
The seconds seemed like ages.. but surely seconds turned into minutes... and the minutes persisted to become hours...
"Where is he...?" I couldn't help but ask myself aloud.
I was only 11, but if I knew one thing for sure, it was that my father, was Not a liar..
But where was he?..
I stood up and took a few steps forward, instantly being drenched by the rain.
"Father!!" I called out and waited for a reply.
..But my voice was to small. It couldn't travel through the rain.
I squinted in the rain trying to see past the trees. I wouldn't give up.. I couldn't.
I cupped my hands around my mouth and shouted with all my might, as loud as I could.
What if he was lost? Or even hurt? What if he needed me? Would be become angry with me