Emma ran after her father who was deploying, her tiny feet scrambling against the cold concrete as he walked toward the transport truck. Too young to understand duty or distance, she only knew the heart-wrenching ache of watching him leave.
Hearing the frantic shuffle and soft whimpers behind him, he turned, dropped his heavy duffel, and sank to his knees with open arms. Emma crashed into his chest, clutching his uniform as if she could anchor him there forever. The tears poured freely down her flushed cheeks, silent sobs shaking her small shoulders. Holding her tight against his heart, he whispered promises of his return, wishing time could freeze right there on the tarmac….
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