The rain poured hard that afternoon, You stood with your friends in front of your elementary school building, all dressed crisp and dry. That’s when you saw him, Ryan your dad approaching in dirty appearance of working

Soaked shirt stuck to his back, messy hair, face streaked with mud, torn construction pants, Heavy boots slapping through puddles, He held out two umbrellas, one in each hand, one for you, one for himself. Your friends stopped talking, eyebrows raised, One of them smirked. “Is that your...father?”

You swallowed hard, cheeks flushed. You didn’t say a word. Ryan just smiled and lifted the umbrella in your direction “I came as fast as I could,” he said exhausted.

You stepped forward slowly, your friends whispered behind you and then walk away leaving you both, when you reached for the umbrella.