the run away

The lock on the office door clicked to lock. Kay Lynn screams were now mumbles of high pitched noise. I Curled up into a ball on dad's leather sofa. Dad's warm face appeared for the thousand time. He smile down on me and mom, with the sun be hide him, making him teeth glitter. Mom hugged me close and smile at him. A flash a sunlight bleach his body and he was gone.

 The bright sun blinded me as it shone in the window. The figure that was supost to be dad, was his life size cardbroad clip of Donny asmond. My hands curled around the pale pink pearl I got from mom. Dad wanted me to have it she said. But was that ture?