Heading home as quickly as I could, I shed a few tears. It hurt to think about him sometimes. My father Adrian was killed by a drunk driver when I was 10. I miss him so much. But I still have my mom and for that I am grateful.
As I got home, my mom just looked at me. Pulling me into a hug, she said, "I miss him too baby." She knew how hard today could be for me. That night as I lay in bed, I looked at the picture of us that rests on my nightstand. As I drift off to sleep, I whisper, "I wish I could see my dad again."
3rd person POV
From outside the house, someone utters the words…
WISH GRANTED!