Heartfelt moment

So, I had stayed inside, curled up in my blankets, trying desperately to distract myself with a book. However, it proved to be useless, and I ended up spending most of the afternoon watching TV in silence, occasionally sipping an occasional cup of coffee when I was bored.

It had started raining halfway through my fourth cup of coffee, and the raindrops were falling onto the windowsill as I sat huddled underneath my covers, my knees pulled up to my chest and my arms wrapped tightly around my legs.

A few minutes later, the front door swung open, and a mixture of anticipation and apprehension filled the air. My heart skipped a beat as I sat up, hoping it was him, hoping for a chance to reconnect. But as I heard the loud clattering noise, my hope turned to confusion, and I couldn't help but follow the sound.

"Dad!"

The word escaped my lips before I could stop it, a combination of surprise and uncertainty. There he was, my father, walking further into the house, his presence stirring up a