I come home from school to see a big truck in my driveway. That’s strange. I think and head over to find my dad – he had some explaining to do.

“Daddy, what’s going on?”

“Oh it’s nothing hunny, they’re just taking all of the furniture out of our house.”

“What! Why?”

“It’s fine, hun.”

I stop and stare at the man taking my sofa. He didn’t look very nice – he wasn’t clean, his outfit was horrible, his facial fuzz was just creepy, and his stare could frighten a ghost.

“That doesn’t answer my question, Daddy!” I yell and begin to cry. “Why are they doing this to us?!”

“It’s fine, hun.”

Frustrated with my father, I head into my house to see how much they were going to take – turns out, the only thing they left were the walls, the wallpaper, the stairs, and the floor. Everything else, including the doors, was gone.

Just then I see one of the men dragging my Dad away, gun in hand.

“No!! Daddy!”

“It’s fine, hun.”

~

I wake up breathing hard, scared more than a 6yr old should be.