My name is Kiara Lynne Valentine, I am 12 years old and this is my story. "Daddy!" Today was the day that my dad came home from the war. He looked so nice, short, brown hair andhis eyes were my favorite color, green. He wore the U.S. Army uniform as always. "There's my little princess!" His voice was so alluring that you couldn't help but smile. There was something different though. When he picked me up, he didn't put me back down and his face turned to concern as he saw what he was home for.
My mom, so quiet as was everyone else. "Mammy is asleep." There was something wrong withe me, my brain wasn't comletly working but sometimes for a while, I will act my age. "Yes, hun. She is asleep." My dads voice was much softer now as he soon smiled at me. "Will she wake up daddy?" A tear ran down my cheek and my dad knew my brain was going back to normal as he soon started to cry. I remember hugging around his neck tightly as I cried. "I miss mom!" I yelled out in frustration.