It was a fine summers day and my dad and his crew were going off on a big fishing competition. He was going to be home in two weeks. Their boats were numbers 12 to 16. One week had passed and we were watching the news. The news reporter looked serious. She then said, ” Boats Number 12 to 16 have gone missing in the Atlantic Ocean”.
As usual, I always thought the worst. My eyes welled up with tears. Three weeks later we were listening to the news again and she said they had found the boats. They had been swept into a forest by a big wave. Finally, my dad was coming home.