The Knock on the Door

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“Knock, knock” The muffled sound rouses me from my bed. I stand up and rub the sleep out of my eyes, mildly upset that someone has decided to disturb my Saturday morning. “Knock, knock.” There it is again. I yell out, “I’m coming!” And run down the stairs. I open the door and go into awe. I blink once, twice, three times. And then I rub my eyes again, afraid that I might still be sleeping. The face of the man standing before me brings back so many memories, and suddenly I’m 6 again. It’s Halloween and I had gotten back from trick or treating hours ago but I still sat in my costume. Mom had taken me trick or treating because dad had to work late. He always has to work late. I was planning to stay up as long as I had to until he got home. Mom had tried to coerce me out of my costume but I had held my ground, daddy just has to see me in my costume. Mom had tried to explain that he could see me tomorrow. But I countered in that it wouldn’t be the same or as special. He has to see me in my costume on Halloween or it just doesn’t count. Finally she gave up and said goodnight, probably t...

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