I started writing a story about someone looking for her father, and it kind of took over.

Franklin put one foot in front of the other and went looking for his own father.

And let me join him in looking for my father.

After running about 15 feet, he turned around to look for his father.

"I want to know why you're looking for my father."

They had only looked for two people, his father and Mary.

"I am going to look for my father some day."

As he reaches his house, a small girl comes running from inside, looking for her father,.

And she kept looking for her father, who had promised to come from Virginia.

But we still have a few unanswered questions, like why he came here looking for his father, and where the woman is these days.