DON'T OWN OUR GIRL-It'S BBC AND ALL THAT SHITE!

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Time was up. Molly had finished her duty with the Red Cross in France and it was time to go home.

She was glad of course. She had done her upmost best treating the soldiers and their wounds, but things were coming to an end, war was over they had said.

The endless line of walking wounded to the perminently scarred had been never ending and it was hard to think otherwise. But it was over.

Captain James recovered and went back to the frontline. He went missing in action.

The news saddened her of course, but life went on and it wasn't as if he was that nice to her anyway, but Emily mourned him. Poor her.

Alfie Ward had recovered and went home, he had written to her since and said he had found work on a farm bless him, she was well glad of that.

Molly bade a sad farewell to the field hospital because she was never going to return, she had no intention to.

She had been away from home for more than a year and she had missed her family and friends so much.

It took 3 days get home and when she finally arrived off the steam train in London, her mum was waiting for her, she was crying, the tears streaming down her face because she had missed her daughter so much.

Belinda didn't want to let her go incase she was tempted to get back onto that train. Truth be told Molly was to exhausted, she just wanted to get back to her bed.

As they walked up the street Belinda was all smiles, "I'm so glad you are home Molls...your Nan wanted to come meet you too, but she wasn't well, but she is getting better, the doctor said her lungs are clearing, int that great news Molls"

Molly was pleased and smiled at her, "Yeah...it's great news Mum"

She took in her surroundings and was content. She felt at ease again like something heavy had been lifted from her. The smokey city air making her feel homily.

When they reached her mothers house, there was bunting on the door and Nan had brought out all the posh china.

Even Mary from the hospital was there and gave her a welcoming hug.

"I've really missed you all", told Molly, "I never thought I'd miss London so much...it will be a long while before I do that again, and that's if I ever do"

Belinda and Nan and her sisters kept looking at one another, each of them giving eachother knowing winks and smiles. Something was going on.

Belinda couldn't hold out any longer so she hushed the little gathering and announced, "Molls...I have a surprize for yah..."

Molly stood up and turned towards the back door. Dad was there. Her dad, he stood there in his uniform and hucksack.

"Dad!"

She ran to him and he held her tight. All the horror stories she had been fed by the soldiers of what it was really like on the front line. She feared the worst, she had to, to get herself prepared for the inevitable.

"Molls...I am so proud of you girl! If I knew you was out there...I would have gone and got meself shot love"

Molly had tears in her eyes and looked at him, "Dont be saying that Dad! I'm just so glad you are alive..."

Molly didn't leave her fathers side all evening and it wasn't till bedtime when Mum came into her bedroom and handed over a letter.

"Whose it from? When did it come"

"A few weeks back Molls..."

Molly unsealed the letter and saw that it was from Dylan Smith. The welshman she had cared for before she had joined the Red Cross.

She smiled as she read. He was back in Wales and he was going to work with his father and he wanted to see her.

She wanted to see him, he did have an amazing smile and he was right cheeky and he was well within her class.

She knew her place and Dylan was the same as her.

She couldn't be happier, she was home, she had her mum...her dad was alive and back home and she had a boy that was actually interested in her.

Life was good.

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I could leave the story here...couldn't I?