I am busy doing my homework and listening with my mp3 when someone knocked the door. First I ignore it pretending that I hear nothing but the knocks keep on coming. I have decided to stop first what am I doing and open the door and see whose the person behind the knocks.
It was three o’clock in the afternoon when I heared the knock. And when I opened the door to see who was knocking, I was shocked and jump for joy when I see my father standing on our door and smiling. I hugged him very tight for I have missed him so much. My father was came from middle east to work and earn money for us. The last time I have met him was when I am eight years old and now I am fifteen. When my mother saw dad, she cried and hugged him too. I can see through the eyes of my mom that she really missed my dad.