I Wish I Knew You, But I Never Did

Its cold here. Very cold. Sheets of ice are starting to fade into reality.

Im calling my father. The man I never knew. I wish I knew him, but I never remember catching a glimpse of his face.

"Dad," I would ask. "Are you ok?". He replies positively, but today he didn't pick up the phone. Where is he?

Another day passes. He didn't pick up.

It continues. It's been a month.

"Please," I mutter. "Pick up Dad."

"Im here," a voice says on the other end. I can't hear it completely because something is whirring around, making it difficult to concentrate on his voice. I remember that noise. I went to Brazil once. I heard a noise like that whirring on the plane I went on to get there and get home.

It was a plane. Dad was on a plane. He is coming home.

I never saw him. It took 3 days. Then I heard a knock on the door.

A man was there. Mother said my dad had long brown hair and blue eyes. The man had long brown hair and blue eyes. It was dad.

Dad has came home.