When I was four my father got  deported to Iraq for the military.My mom Susan just had my second sister,I also had a two year old sister named Amy.My name is Riley.My mom told me that my dad would be back, but she didn't know that a missle just hit their base.

   So my mom got a phone call saying my dad was in the hospital.so my mom traveled to a different country to see him.So me and Amy and my six week old sister stayed at my Aunt cherry's house.

            My mom came back two weeks later and my dad was released from the military.So me and my sister thought that we could be a family again.My mom had to take care of him.So one day she sat us down to talk.

"Girls I have to take care of your dad and Hazel your baby sister."said Susan 

"I am parlized my legs don't work that is why I am in a wheelchair.So I want you to help and be good for your mother."said Jack.So me and Amy wondered if we would ever be a family again.

            March 20,1990 six months later,my dad was laying on the couch my mom told us  to come down and talk to him.so my dad told me"Riley I love you so much and this is not goodbye one day we will see each other.Amy you are a sweet kind gold hearted girl I love you."he took his last breath.

My mom started to cry.The medic came out of the house with a stretcher.we attended his funeral 4days later.