Author's note: I know a lot about what it's like to have a dad that's at work a lot and not be around much, so I put what I used to feel into my piece.
Janelle Cross sat on her bed, her magazine laying unopened before her. She sighed softly to herself she loved her father but she was getting tired of world always coming first. It had always been this way, she thought bitterly. She was proud of her dad and what he did but sometimes; sometimes she didn't want him to be Detective Alex Cross, she wanted him to just be Alex Cross; to be her dad.
With another sigh, she pushed the magazine away from herself, tonight she had wanted to tell her dad some big news but he wasn't there. "When is he here?" Jannie asked herself. Hardly ever, came the response in the back of her mind. Jannie felt her tears coming but she willed them away. You promised yourself you wouldn't cry over this anymore, she reminded herself sternly. You know that it won't change, even when he left the police force for awhile he went back to it. He is always going to be Detective. Cross.
Jannie opened her magazine and stared at the page, waiting and wondering when her dad would come home. It will always be like this, she thought. Our family will always be waiting for dad to come home. We will always be wondering if he will come home.