Well, at least awesome to me. For the first summer ever, my dad will be home for more than a couple days. He will be home for three whole weeks. Three whole weeks when I can show him how good a baseball player I am. Three whole weeks where we can go to the park together and throw the baseball around .Three whole weeks where he can teach me how to bat the right way. Three whole, glorious weeks.

I was broken out of my reverie by my friend coming up to me, caterpillars in hand. Wait, make that one. The other one lay motionless on the other side of the jar.

“Hey Billy, wanna go down to the pool?” he asked hopefully.

Just as I was about to say I could use a swim, I saw a car drive down the street. My heart started beating faster as I recognized who it was. My dad.