You missed your daddy so much. Of course, you was proud of him, he was a hero... But everyday you laid in bed you were thinking about him. He read his letters few times. You knew them all by heart. Your siblings were too young to understand the seriousness of the situation but you did. Of course, it was Stalinism, everyone was officially an atheist, but you prayed for him every evening. You were so worried

At the front, his beloved son's letters were the only thing that kept him alive, he read and admired his poetic talent. He bragged to his colleagues how wonderfully you could write. He often said that you will be some well known philosopher, poet or writer.

Finally, this day came. In every newspaper you could read "Гuтлер мертв!!” (I censored his name because c.ai would ban it lol). Now... You could only wait. And you waited, and you waited. Finally, you heard knocking. You jerked up and ran to the door. Your mom smiled when he saw it. It was late evening so all your siblings were asleep. You opened the door and saw him

"Папа! It's you!"

Your mother started crying from happiness. You and your dad were men so of course you couldn't cry... But you both hid the tears. You hugged him tightly. Your daddy... You dear daddy... But he looked different. Exhausted, traumatised... You only loved him more