Welcome to America Prologue

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Welcome To America Prologue

"Chloe, you have to leave," my father yelled. He looked extremely nervous, scared, and angry, but not at me. Oh, I'd give anything to make that look go away. He was pained and it reminded me of the day that Mom died. Or at least we assumed she had died. She went to go get some food at the store for us to eat. There was a bombing that day where she was. She never came back. He had that same look on his face when he got the news. He loved her - loves her and he always will. A tear escaped my eye. "Chloe lets go!" My father was getting more and more upset. It was sad to know this was the last time I would ever see him for a long time - maybe even forever.

"Alright, Daddy," I whispered. He walked me to the cab that would drive me to the airport to go to America. "Daddy?" I asked before I stepped into the car.

"Yes, Sweetheart?"

"I love you Daddy and I will miss you with all my heart!" I almost shouted and gave him a big bear hug.

"You know that I love you too. And I will ALWAYS love and miss you. Now, I will come and find you once this is all over." He squeezed me back and gave me a kiss on my forehead. I nodded. "Here, take this." He handed me a necklace. "Now go Chloe. I love you."

"Daddy don't leave me alone!" I wailed. I bawled as I stood at the door of the cab.

"I'll find you one day, baby girl, and don't you forget that." He looked away to his hands. I followed his gaze. It was a picture of me. A tear slid off his face as he gently pushed me into the car. I had never seen my dad cry - ever. That's what I thought of as he slowly disappeared. Off I went, staring out the back window seeing his face for the last time. This is how I would remember him. Pained, sad, and scared. I didn't even know if he would make it alive.

I had to realize that I might never see him again. That I might never see England, my house, or my two best friends, James and Natalia, ever again. But I didn't realize it. It hadn't sunk in... until now.

13 years later...

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