The Girl with Big Dreams Part Three: Happy Returns

     Jemma Peters, the sweet, innocent girl, had just ran from home to another continent. She had just arrived at a hotel and was lying on the very stiff and uncomfortable bed that was in her room. She tossed and turned all night, trying to sleep but failed at all her attempts. Only at 5:00 am did she fall asleep. At 1:00 pm, Jemma's stomach growled and she got up to go to a cafe nearby.

         Just as she got to the cafe, she saw a familiar face having some coffee in the cafe. Jemma walked closer to the table to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. "Jem?? Is that you?!" Said the man at the table. "Dad!!!" Jemma shrieked. Jemma rushed to hug her father but he stopped her. "What are you doing here?? Is Mom with you? Has your Mom finally let you come and see me??" Said Jemma's father excitedly, "Where is your mother?? I really miss her, but not as much as I miss you!" 

      Jemma sighed and gulped. Telling her father what she had been through was something she never thought of. What would he think if he knew his sweet innocent girl ran away to another continent to meet him? What would he do if he knew about it? Thoughts ran through Jemma's mind. "I came here alone, Dad. Not with Mom, not with my school, just by myself. If you want me to explain, let me go get myself some brunch. Just woke up and my stomach's twisting." Replied Jemma. 

     Her father got her some food and they went to the table where they were reunited. "Now, please explain. I really won't scold you. I know whatever you did wasn't because your a delinquent, but it was because you care." Said her father calmly. Jemma sighed and told her father about her big adventure across the globe. 

       "Wow. You did all that, just to see me?" Jemma's father asked. Jemma just nodded, scared whatever comes out of her mouth will get her into trouble. "Jemma, I, I don't know what to say. I am the luckiest father in the whole wide world to have such a caring daughter." He said and hugged Jemma. "Let's go get your stuff and head to my apartment. You must be tired after your journey." He was right. Jemma was tired. Too tired. She smiled and passed out. Jemma's father carried Jemma to his car, got her stuff and headed back to his apartment. "I am the luckiest dad in the world..."