Create
Learn
Share

Dad's coming home today

rename
skyjac04's version from 2015-09-23 18:10

Section

(ABIGAIL is found looking outside her window, on her windowsill. She sighs.) Dad’s coming home today… (Beat. ABIGAIL pulls out crunched up piece of paper from her pocket.) The last letter he sent to me said,
Dear Beautiful Daughter of Mine, I love you and I miss you. You’re the best daughter in the world, and soon I will get to hug you in my own arms. I don’t know if mommy told you, but I’m coming home in twenty-nine days. And when I get home, I’m going to give you the biggest hug in the whole wide world. I don’t know if you remember our hug goodbye, but this one is going to be a bajillion times bigger. And then after our hug, I want you to tell me – face-to-face – everything that I missed over these last seven years. So make a list. For real this time. Love you, Daddy
And under that, it says, “P.S.”, and next to that, there’s a stick drawing of me and him holding hands… Sometimes I think ‘daddy’ forgets I’m not six years old anymore. I do remember our last hug though. I remember everything about that day. But… I have a really good memory, so I usually remember everything about everyday. And mom says I have a perfect image – something. Basically it means that I’m really smart.
Um, so… that day…
I didn’t really know what was going on. But I knew something was… because I woke up to the sound of mom and dad fighting. And this was a little weird. Mom and dad never fought. Ever.
So I got out of my bed, and I went over to the door – which was already open because I’m afraid – I used to be afraid of the dark. And by the time I got from my bed to the doorway, the fighting got even louder, but I couldn’t see anything. So I remember walking out of the room, and thinking that the lights were really bright in the hallway, and… I remember seeing my mom and dad’s shadows. And… it was weird… because they were fighting, but the shadow showed mom and dad hugging. And I remember thinking… people don’t hug each other when they’re fighting. That’s just… weird. (beat)
Anyway, dad’s coming home and I’m really… I don’t know what I am. I’m excited. I’m happy. I’m eager. I’m – what’s a good S.A.T. word? – I’m… exuberated. (beat). But I’m also nervous. I’m scared. I’m… petrified.
14
Well, I’m not afraid of my dad or anything like that. I just… I know that I’ve changed a lot since I was six. That was like… forever ago. And if I changed that much, then he must have changed too. Probably a lot more than me. Which is… weird. (ABIGAIL hears something, and checks the window.) I thought it was him.
I’m really excited. I know I said I was scared – petrified – but I’m really excited at the same time. I mean, the last time I saw him was seven years ago! I… I’ve known him longer on paper than I’ve known him in person. That’s like… weird. We do have pictures. There’s pictures of him, pictures of mom, pictures of me when I was really small. (beat) The one picture that I keep by my bed is of all of us together, actually. It was taken on my fourth birthday when mom and dad took me to Disney World. My mom’s kissing Mickey, and my dad is looking all angry, and me of course… I’m just cracking up. It’s my favorite picture of us. (beat)
But anyway… Umm… the last day that I saw my dad in person was, like I said… weird. I don’t think I could actually comprehend, at the time, how long it would be until I saw my daddy again. But I knew something was going on - because all throughout breakfast, mom and dad were really nice to me and smiling a lot and hugging each other a lot and kissing each other a lot… at the table... but I knew that they were upset about something! (beat) It’s that thing that parents do, when they try to hide their emotions behind their face to not let their kids know that their… hurting. It never works. At least with me it never worked. (pause)
Like… mom used to make that face every day. For a long time after he left, she would just… smile a lot, I guess. But I think her… I don’t know… I guess it doesn’t matter anymore anyway since dad’s coming home in like… (beat) (ABIGAIL hears something, and checks the window.) Ugh… it’s the mail guy. I’m over it. Dad needs to get here like… now. Mom said he was going to get here two hours ago. (beat) Like… why is it that when you’re waiting for something, time seems to, like… slow down…? (ABIGAIL hears something, and rushes toward the window.)
Okay… I don’t like this. I don’t like waiting. I don’t like freaking out. I don’t like looking outside the window to see if dad is finally going to get here. He’s done this before, you know. Here’s a letter that he sent two and a half years ago.
dear beautiful daughter of mine i love you and i miss you you are the best daughter in the world. and soon i will get to hug you in my own arms once agian. i don't know if mommy told you or not but i'm coming home in fifteen day just in time for your birthday. when i get home i am going to give you your present then i going to give you the biggest hug in the whole wide world. I don't know if you remember our good-bye hug or not? but this one id going to be a bajillion times bigger. then after our hug i want you to tell me face to face everything i've missed. so make a list. love you daddy. P.S. i promise i'll be home soon

 

15
See… last time, he got me and mom’s hopes up. And then he just didn’t show the day he was supposed to! Mom set up a party, and everything! My entire family and almost our whole neighborhood showed up to his “welcome home party,” which, by the way, mom had spent like… a thousand dollars on! Like… there was catered food, there was a D.J. There were American flags waving everywhere, yellow ribbons on all the trees, a huge sign from Kinko’s that said, “WELCOME BACK, HERO!”
What I don’t understand is why dad loves this country more than his own family… I mean, why would any person in their right mind agree to go back to war after already being in a war for five years? That doesn’t make any sense! Why should I write him a list of everything that he missed? It was his fault. He could have chosen to come back home! He could have chosen to not go at all. But no… he’d rather be a hero!
I don’t think dad’s a hero…
If he were a hero, he’d make me feel safe. If he were a hero, I’d be able to call on him whenever I’m feeling scared. If he was a hero, he’d have a cape, and could fly all the way from wherever he was through my bedroom window just to tuck me in at night. (pause) But… don’t get me wrong! I’m still excited that he’s coming home. I really am! It’s like… weird how much I want him here. That way mom will be happy. And I guess I’ll be happier too. I just hope he doesn’t talk to me like I’m still… (ABIGAIL hears something, and checks outside the window.) It’s not him… (beat) Oh, well… he’ll be here soon.
(ABIGAIL waits by the window .)
Dear Beautiful Daughter of Mine, I love you and I miss you. You’re the best daughter in the world, and soon I will get to hug you in my arms once again. I don’t know if mommy told you, but I’m coming home in fifteen days. Just in time for your birthday. And when I get home, I’m going to give you your present, and then I’m going to give you the biggest hug in the whole wide world. Do you remember our hug goodbye? This one is going to be a bajillion times bigger. And then after our hug, I want you to tell me – face-to-face – every-thing that I missed. So make a list. Love you, Daddy P.S. I promise I’ll be home soon.