When He Returned From Korea
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Sep 1, 2023
On the last day of first grade, I walked out of the school, beaming, and down the path that led to the playground where Mom waited to pick me up.
Next to my mom stood a tall man dressed in the greenish-tan Air Force uniform. On his face was an unfamiliar mustache above a kind of familiar smile.
“Who are you?” For a moment, my stomach dropped. Was Marc gone?
“What, you don’t recognize me after a year?” I recognized his voice immediately. He was finally home.
“Dad!” I screamed, jumping into my stepfather’s arms, tears streaming down my face.
