The preparation made by Mum, my elder brother Josh and I were going on well and smooth. We were excited, but at the same time anxious too, waiting for Dad's arrival. Dad had been away for quite some time now, probably about three months or so. He was in the USA, for a business trip. I could now wait for his return, I really missed him during his absence.

"Josh! Katy! Is everything alright down there?" Mom shouted, from her bedroom, wanting to know if the decorations and preparations were doing fine. After all, we cannot really blame her as Dad is bound to reach home in about four hours time.

"Yea Mum. We're fine. Everything's ready!"

"Great! I'll come down in a minute or two," replied Mum again.

Mum was the most excited among the three of us. She was all dressed up, like a superstar and she looked glamourous. She wore something that Dad always like her to, a black silk dress, with a matching pearl necklace and earrings and style up her hair that was somehow similar to Oprah Winfrey's. Josh stole a glance at me, shaking his head, and rolled his eyes. I was about to burst out into laughter. I knew what he was thinking; Mum definitely overdressed and she looked funny walking like that around the house.

When everything was done and settled with, Mum, Josh and I sat in the living room watching tv, while waiting for Dad's returned. We were excitedly planning about an outing together with Dad, afterall, it's been afes since we last saw him.

Four hours had passed, still there were no calls from Dad. Dad was supposed to reach home in a munite or two, but we waited and waited still, nothing, no calls or anything. I was starting to get a worried, after all the weather, almost all over the world, was bad; storms here and there, flooding, even in the neighbouring countries, were occuring every minute. Mom and Josh were quiet now. The happy and noisy atmosphere had now shut himself in silence. I was starting to have weird imageries playing in my mind, Dad's plane crashed, Dad tried to escape but was trapped, Dad died in the crash... I shook my head to clear all of that junk from my mind. "Dad would be fine.." I whispered silently to myself.

"God, please save my dad from all things bad," I made a silent prayer to God. I hope He heard my prayers and I hope He'll fulfill it.

Night time came, and still no sign of Dad, nor his calls. I was worrying all day long. The food had gone cold by now and the decorations looked ugly and despised. Suddenly, there was a call from Dad. At last, I heaved a sigh of relief and thanked God a million times. Dad asked us to fetch him from the airport.

I caught sight of Dad, looking tired and dirty, his attire tattered in some places. I ran to him and hugged him. So did Mum and Josh. We cried, tears and happiness and joy filling up every bit of us. Yes, Dad's plane did crash, but Dad managed to escape and were one of the lucky survivors. Our mistake, we did not listen to the news, or bothered to. Once again, I thanked God for giving the suspense a happy ending, and also for Dad's survival. I learnt that if we are in trouble or caught in something bad or feeling unhappy and worried, pray to God, because God will help you and will determine everything for you. Definitely for me, it worked.