My Daddy by Camilla

One memory of Daddy is that when I was five I was able to go to work with him and he couldn’t get in the house so he opened the window, then he and all his friends looked at me. I had no idea why they were staring at me , but dad asked me to go through the window. It was one of those small windows so I’d have to go unlock the door and then let them in. I was worried about the landing but there was a poster so I slid through the window and opened the door and let them in. I’ve had to do that with his truck when he locked it.