AS I saw my father make his way to the table, I couldn’t help but start crying. I haven’t seen him in five years since he passed away. How is it possible for him to be here alive and walking regally like a king. I guess in this reality he is alive and is the king. I threw reason out of the window and went to hug my father.
My father seemed surprised as I put my arms around his waist. He's a big guy and he looked bigger with his crown and commanding presence.
Instead of hugging me back though, he stood frozen in place. My mother called me over and said "Sophia, go take your seat."
As I moved away from him, I noticed that the people around us were looking at each other wondering what just happened.
I decided to follow my mother and just take my seat. I wonder what I did wrong. He is my f
