personal and imaginitive where are you dad
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My throat felt as dry as powder. I could hear my heart beating wildly. I was looking everywhere, trying to locate him. My dad was missing.
I was holding my mum's hand. I could see that she was searching for my dad too. Beside me, was my older sister. Her eyes were full of panic.
The train station was quite dark. There were a lot of wet footprints on the ground...