John smiled, as he thought of tomorrow's events. He was finally meeting his papa after all those years. Five years, he thought. 'Five years since I've last seen my da.'
But will he really meet his da? Will it be the same as before he left?
"Darling, don't talk too much about what he did there, okay honey?" His mother told him. "You mean da? Why?" John surprisingly asked. "I didn't want to tell you this yet, John, but something bad happened there and your father was one of the 10 people or something that survived."