My Papa

                               My Papa

"Papa! Papa!" I shrieked running through the living rooms doorway. "Your home!" I cried throwing my arms around his neck. "Hey! It's my little Bumblebee!" He picked me up and throw me into the air, catching me as i fell back down. I laughed and laughed. "Happy fifth birthday sweetie! I'm so sorry i missed it!" He said, finally placing me on his lap. "It's OK papa!"  Papa drew a pink Happy Birthday card from his pocket and handed it to her. "I bought it on my way back from Peru!" I opened the pretty card. 

Happy Birthday,
I missed you so much while i was away!
Happy birthday Violet
Love papa

I clutched the card to my chest "Thank you!" He smiled. My papa was the happiest person alive! He could brighten up the darkest most gloomy room without even trying. That's why i adored him like i did. He meant everything to me, and he knew that. He was the best papa ever!

 I looked up at him, remembering the nightmare i had dreamed of last night. I had waited all day for papa to come home. But he never did. I shook that thought away. He was here! He was safe! Back from his long trip in Peru. "Now, i believe it is your bed time" he said smiling. He carried me to my bed, and he and mama tucked me in. "Goodnight! I will see you in the morning my little bumblebee. I will take you to the movies!" And i fell asleep with that thought 'i will see him in the morning, and we will go to the movies together' 

If i had have known what tomorrow would bring, i would never have been able to sleep that night. 

I awoke early "I'm going to the movies! With Papa!" I shouted. Running from my room and into the kitchen where Mama stood. " Good morning Mama! Where is Papa?" i asked hugging her. It was strange for him to still be asleep. He  always the first one up. "Oh Violet! He is probably just tired from his long trip! Keep your voice down, or you will wake him" I nodded. I would not wake Papa. He was tired, i must keep my voice down. 

Now it was ten in the morning. Our movie was at eleven. Papa was not awake, he was asleep. I was worried, not about missing my movie but about Papa. He had never slept this late. "I will go wake him up." Mama told me. I waited in the kitchen, anxious to see Papa. Mama was in the bedroom for ages. When she came out her face was wet. Tears poured down her face like a waterfall. "MAMA" i yelled running to her. I steadied her and helped her get to a wooden chair. Once she was seated i asked the question that was burning in my head. "Mama, where is Papa?" I asked, watching her cry. Mama sniffed and said barely in a whisper "He is dead"

The End

Thanks for reading. This story is by Mudga