Driving down the street. We were so close... I can tell. There's the nice older lady with her blue rocking chair on the porch. Then the green house that is probably haunted.. I'll never go inside. Then there is mine and daddy's house. How I missed being home. Everything seemed to be in place. Except a red mini van that I didn't recognize to be any of daddy's friends or colleagues from work.
"Um... Daddy. Who's car is that?" I asked. Kinda scared. I'm not good at meeting new people. I looked over at daddy. His face was scrunched up in confusion.
"I'm not sure babygirl" he says. We pull into the driveway and both daddy and I get out. Daddy grabs my bags and we head inside. I grab onto daddy's sleeve.
"Daddy I'm scared..." I say, my voice trembling slightly. We start walking towards the do
