As she waits

Everyday she would stand outside on the balcony of what she liked to call, her dream house. She would just stand there everyday to hear the birds chirping, to watch the palm trees sway from side to side as the wind blew roughly; the sound of the water as it splashed back and forth. A little girl so young of the age of eight would just stand there everyday thinking; thinking of her dad and when he was going to return.
She lived in a three story, light pink colored house in the Dominican Republic, a little island south of the United States. There she lived with her mother; father, brother, sister, and many aunts, uncles, and cousins. She would go horseback riding everyday with her father on the horses that they owned on the farm. And then he would take her for a spin on his fast racing motorcycle. They would go out onto the field and pick fresh vegetables and fruits together. For that little eight year old girl, it was fun because to her anything she did with her daddy wa...