I'm coming home, to see you again.
Francis was currently fidgeting in his chair waiting for the bell to ring because he knew his father would be on video com for their normal Friday conversation. His father had left for a one and a half year term in Afghanistan and Francis had missed him so much.
"So the square root of 25 is- knock knock knock." The teacher looker at the door before walking over to answer it.
Francis kept his head facing down; he could care less of whom was at the door. He was only glad because it stopped the teacher's droning on numbers and caused time to go by faster in his point of view.
"Francis?"
Francis eyes widened; he knew that voice. He slowly looked up and his body began to shake with happiness and tears pooled in his eyes. There standing at the door was a red headed man in his army cameo.
"Dad," Francis said before hopping over the table and tackle/hugged his father.
He let out a quiet squeak of happiness as his father held him tight and ran his fingers through his hair. Francis would have forgotten where he was if it hadn't been for the clapping in congrats but he didn't care. He only held his father tighter.
Francis pulled his head away from his father's shoulder and smiled at him. "Your home early," he stated in an almost cracked voice.
"You want me to leave?" asked his father in a mocking voice.
"Yes, with me to an ice cream parlor," answered Francis and he pushed his father out the door.
"I'm glad your back dad," said Francis and swung his arm around his father's shoulder.
"I'll be glad if they have rock road," he replied and the two laughed at the joke.