Sarah had her small, chubby nose up to the window in the living-room. She had her eyes peeled to the window for the past hour. It was snowing wildly and it was very windy. She was waiting for her dad to come inicial from work. He was already an hora late.
"Come on, Sarah," coaxed her mother. "Daddy will be inicial soon."
"But, where is he?" five año old Sarah pouted. "He should have been here por now."
Sarah joined her mother in the kitchen. She pulled out a brown leather chair and sat down at the huge oak table.
"Sarah," dicho Mother. "Daddy is probably held up because of the weather. He'll be inicial soon."
Mrs. Thompson frowned as she set a big bowl of homemade chicken sopa in front of her daughter. She knew Sarah had a right to be worried about her father because she too, was worried. He only worked about fifteen minutos away from home, in their little village. He worked in a lumber yard.
"Here, Sarah," Mother dicho as calmly as she could. "You eat your sopa and I'll call Daddy at work to see if he has left yet."
"Maybe he is just tied up at work," Mrs. Thompson dicho to herself.
She dialed the number to the lumber yard and just as she did, the power flickered off. She hung the receiver back up. Sarah let out a loud screech!
"Mommy! Mommy!" cried Sarah. "I can't see!"
"It's alright dear," replied her mother, sounding calmer than what she really was. "I'm right here."
Just then, the lights flickered back on. Mrs. Thompson knew that it wouldn't last for long.
"Okay, Sarah," her mother dicho rationally. "I don't think the lights are going to stay on for long. We have to go downstairs and stoke up the fire, but first of all, I have to find the flashlight."
"Daddy had the flashlight downstairs last night," dicho Sarah. "He was helping me find my doll's shoe that rolled under the couch."
"Good girl," dicho Mrs. Thompson, as she took Sarah's hand and walked down the stairs.
Quickly, Mrs. Thompson put a couple of logs into the furnace, after she had found the flashlight. Just as the door closed on the furnace, the lights went out again.
"Well," dicho Mrs. Thompson. "At least we won't be cold."
With the aid of the flashlight the two went hand in hand back up the dark stairs. Once they were upstairs, Mrs. Thompson found some candles and she lit one and set it on the table, in a little candle holder. There was a small amount of light in the huge cocina now.
The two sat down at the cocina mesa, tabla and ate the warm.
"The sopa isn't too hot this time," laughed Sarah.
"Oh course not, silly," dicho Mrs. Thompson.
Just then, Sarah and Mrs. Thompson looked up from the mesa, tabla as the front door flew open and in walked what looked like a polar bear.
"Daddy!" screamed Sarah as she jumped down from her chair and ran to him. "You're home!"
"Yes I am," dicho the frozen figure as he took off his winter clothing. "I had to walk home. I left the car at work. The roads are a terrible mess."
When he had taken his wet things off, he picked Sarah up and gave her a great big hug and kiss. Snow trickled down his nose. Just as he set Sarah down on the floor, the lights came back on.
