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I was a junior. I had just turned 16 a week ago. I was on the bus, stuck in traffic, waiting to get to school. In the back of the bus, I was listening to some sad, depressing love song. Typical of me. I don't know why I was listening to it; it always made me upset. It was the only song that ever did this to me.



I gazed out the window, not really seeing anything. Houses and buildings and cars slowly drifted past, caught in the same throng of traffic as I. Other students chattered around me; I could have joined their conversations if I wanted to, but I was content staring out the window listening to my depressing music.



Our bus lurched to a stop again. I didn't mind; more time to listen to my music. There was someone standing on the curb, staring at me. At first glance, I thought it was just another weirdo. But I looked again. My jaw dropped. My eyes widened. Tearing my headphones from my ears, I stood up abruptly. Walking quickly to the front, I demanded that the bus driver open the door, but she refused. I glared at her and kicked the door open. Darting around stalled cars, I ran to the man standing on the curb.



He was standing there, waiting for me, arms wide open.



'Just like in my song,' I thought. I ran to him and threw my arms around his neck. His arms locked around my waist and for the first time in months I felt safe, I buried my face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent, something I'd never forgotten. So many emotions I vowed to banish came flooding back to me. Love, and that pain you get in your chest when you love someone more than you could ever say.



I felt his cheek come to rest on top of my head. Then, to my surprise, I felt something wet soak into my scalp. His tears.



I wasn't expecting him to cry. But then again, I wasn't expecting to see him there, either. It was a truly pleasent surprise that made me one hundred times happier. I pulled back reluctantly and looked at the two suit cases beside him. I cocked my head to the side and gave him a questioning look. He nodded with a smile.



"For good."  



I began to cry. I was crying out of relief and joy.



"Welcome home, Daddy."