Home Sweet Home

I am home in England at last and my father is at my side. When we arrived at the room where he was being held I could not bear to leave him for one more minute in the wretched place. I was hesitant at first, but I soon realised he was not a danger that needed to be locked away as the wine shop owner had thought. As I stepped into the room he instantly reached for a small bag that he kept in his pocket and revealed a golden lock of hair similar to my own. At that moment I was no longer worried of meeting him, because I knew he loved me and my mother enough to remember us after eighteen years in prison. Our bond as child and father had not been severed by the time apart and I felt deep compassion for him. However, Mr. Lorry was still hesitant about bringing my father home to England. He saw the state my father was in due to the years of confinement and did not think he was ready to be brought back into the world, but I refused to be separated from the only family I had. Mr. Lorry then proceed to make arrangements for our travel home and I was left to have time alone with my father. I told him of the life we would live together and saw a joy in his eyes that can not be explained. I hope he will soon return to his normal state, but I know he has gone through so much in his life and I am just glad to have my father returned to me.