He's Home! Papa's Home!
I was home alone when I heard the key in the front door. As usual the old instincts kicked in and I ran to see who it was. It was my sister. When she came in my body shook and I ran to her. She reached down and touched me then ran to her room.
Then I heard something else, so I walked quickly to the glass front door and looked out. “Is that Papa?” I asked myself. “It is! It is!” I heard my brain saying.
Papa put down his suitcases and came towards the door. “He’s coming to see me!” I thought. “He is!”
The door opened and I jumped. My little body jerked and shook, and I licked and licked. He almost dropped me. He hugged me. I hadn’t seen him in 8 days.
After a while he put me down but I kept coming at him. He picked me up again and we repeated the same scene. I just know Papa loves me!
All I could hear was my brain saying, “Papa’s Home!” “Papa’s Home!”
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