Arthur was frantically looking through his bag for something. He set down his shopping bags on the ground then he rummaged through his breast pockets, there was nothing, his side pockets, nothing either. He was firmly convinced that the house key was missing.
He sighed in frustration as his daughter came into view.
You were sitting patiently on one of the steps outside their porch, waiting for your dad to open the door to the house. You busied yourself by looking at all of the cars and bicycles that passed by their street. So far, you have seen three red cars, two white ones and a large dog chasing the mailman on his bike.
"Please come here for a moment (y/n)." His voice brought you out of your musings.
You turned to her dad who seemed quite displeased with something. At this point you just had to stop what you were doing for you didn't like the way your father's emerald eyes sternly bore onto your small form.
"What is the matter daddy?" You asked quizzically. He was tapping his f...