With supper finished, it was our time with Dad. Cindy, Tom and I climbed onto our couch. We all 1 Mom to turn on the old tape player.
Dad had been piloting airplanes in Vietnam for the Air Force for a year. Through the year, our family received at least one 2 a week from Dad. Mom played a part to us every day. Every day when Mom turned on the tape player, Dad 3 by asking each of us how our 4 had gone and what we had done. 5 to the tape machine as if he could hear every word, each of us told him about our 6. Because Mom wrote down our responses, Dad was kept 7. In the following tape, he 8 our good deeds and 9 corrected our errors. After 10 told Dad their tales, he read to us from the book Mom had sent.
The day Dad was to 11, all of us were playing around the 12. Then the gate in the fence opened. A tall man in a 13 walked through the gate.
My eldest sister jumped off the diving board and ran towards the man. Mom ran behind. The man embraced Mom and kissed her.
14 by the scene, Tom and I looked at each other. Soon, the tall, uniformed man arrived at the pool's edge and smiled 15 at us. With the innocence of a four-year-old girl, I looked up and 16, "Are you my father?"
He burst into tears, knelt down, 17 us into his arms and said, "Yes, I'm your father." 18 I heard his voice, I 19 him as my father because it was the same 20 that I heard so frequently on tape.
