The rain sprinkled down across the bridge but as the huge figure walked slowly in the rain. Joe was could but feel happy, this was his dads birthday but his dad had passed away many years ago when Joe was only two. He carefully placed the pink daffodils around the head of the grave. He softly cried and cried in till he could cry no more, then he left. The light rain had made his hair and face so wet but he didn’t care. All he cared about that day was the dad he never got to know.