The doorbell rang.
“Can you get that sweetie?” my Mum hollered.
I sighed, pressed pause on my game and made my way to the front door. As I opened it an awkward smile broke on my face, “Dad? Is that you?”
His smile mirrored mine.
“Uh yes, of course it is.”
I was so happy, I only saw him at weekends, I was so glad to see him unexpectedly.
He crouched down, his legs clicking as he did so.
“Would you like to go for a ride in my car?”
“Sure, Daddy!” I said, hugging him.
“Where’s your brother?” Mrs Hanson asked her daughter.
“He went for a car ride with Daddy.”
She rushed to the window and looked outside, she saw her son sitting in a car she did not recognise, it screeched as it accelerated away.
She scrambled outside, but it was too late.