Forgotten: A True Story

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Soccer practice was over.
” Can I go to the playground Dad?”
“Sure,” he said, waving me away.
He was busy chatting with other parents.
“Yeah!”
My friends and I ran off.
I swung on the tire swing.
I monkeyed around on the monkey bars.
I slid down the slide.
Over and over and over again.
Time went by.
I kept swinging, monkeying around and sliding.
One by one my friends were leaving.
“Let’s go!” parents started shouting.
But not my parent.
The sun was beginning to set.
“Bye Jamie!”
I played some more.
“Bye Michelle!”
It was getting even darker.
“Bye Melanie! Susan! Kim! See you tomorrow!”
I kept swinging higher until I realized….
everyone was gone.
I ran back to the field to find my dad.
There were no cars left in the lot.
No cars.
No parents.
No kids.
“Dad?!” I yelled, looking around.
Nothing.
“DAD?!”
Silence.
Fireflies started lighting up.
The crickets started chirping.
The final sliver of the sun set over the horizon.
“DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!” I screamed one last time.
The car were gone.
The kids were gone.
The parents were gone.
The last of the sun was gone.
My dad was gone.
I was forgotten.

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