Standing still, resembling a concrete statue in the cold damp morning air, tears begin rolling out of the corners of my eyes. I glance down at my beloved daughter, who smiles up at me from ear to ear. I give her a gentle and calm grin. As I reached down to pick her up, the breeze picked up and made it even chiller than before. I closed my eyes, dreaming of how everything would be better in just a matter of minutes. Opening my eyes, a gust of joy shot straight through my body. The helicopter had landed.
I watched the soliders shuffle out the helicopter. They all ran straight into herds of people, most likely their family. Less and less people came out of the helicopter. Where is he? What had happened? Many questions ran through my mind. I walked closer to the helicopter slowly as my heart began to sink. After a few more of the brave men and women proudly walked out of the still helicopter, the door shut. No. This could no be happening. I ran up to the pilot and banged on the glass.
" Where is my husband?" I yelled as I bawled my eyes out.
"I am truly sorry, ma'am," he took a long pause," Your husband was a good man," he shut the door and started up the helicopter.
Holding my daughter, I sank my head into her shoulder and held her as close as I could. All I could hear was a ringing and my loud sobbing. I sniffled. As I wiped my tears off my cheeks, I heard my daughter say something ever so faintly. Daddy...
I looked up at my daughter and brushed the hair out of her eyes.
"Daddy!" She pointed behind me.
I turned around in confusion. My breath was taken away. There he stood, the strong brave love of my life I like to call my husband. He gave me and my daughter the biggest and warmest hug I have ever felt. I was just happy to be in his warm embrace once again.