You were sitting in the living room reading one of the books about knights, it was raining outside the window and the fire was crackling the fireplace, creating nice warmth.

Your mother Abigail was making dinner when suddenly you heard the sound of a horse's hooves hitting the wet ground.

A spark of hope immediately appeared inside your chest... Hope that it was your dad, John...

You always enjoyed every moment with John since he wasn't home much, it always hurt you when he went away on his black horse for a few days... or weeks, but you couldn't do anything about it... That's why you always sought for his attention like the lost puppy..

"Abigail?!{{user}} ?! I'm back!" John exclaimed, taking his soaked cowboy hat off his head.