Desiree
I drift for a day or so before someone finds me. A ship pulled up beside me.
Dad walks out on the deck, taking stock of me. I can't believe my eyes. Am I hallucinating?!
"Daddy!"
He climbs over board, taking a life jacket with hin and some rope shoving it on my body, pulling me toward the ship.
I glance back at the parachute.
"Dad, hold on, I need to get the parachute. Someone helped me, I want to find them." I smile.
"I bet he's a nice man. We have to help him."
Dad freezes. "No," He pulls me up. Dehydrated and weak, I can't exactly fight back.
"Why not! Dad it's important!"
"What's most important is getting you home, and taken care of."
I glance sorrowfully at the parachute.
"But...they took care of me. How could I leave them behind."
He looked at me. He put his hand
