That night Dad made pizza, my favorite.
" Um, Dad?"
" Yes, Pumpkin?"
" I found this in my room," I handed him the paper, which to me was blank, but to him, it meant a lot.
" Sweetie, you need to finish your dinner, and go to bed , tomorrow is a special day,"
" But Dad..." He gave me a look that knew he meant trouble. I walked up stairs stomping so Dad gets the message that I'm not happy. I was hard to go to sleep today. I knew something special was going to happen tomorrow, time to find my mom.