Hi! My name is Ellie Dwight, and I am the only daughter of Elton John, and I am six years old. So, yes, he is my dad, and my mom's name is Renate. I know you've probably never heard of me, and that's what I hear a lot. I'll explain why. It's simple really. Dad just doesn't want me to be hounded by fans and newspaper people and whatnot. So, yeah, that's why you've never heard of me. My last name is Dwight because that's Dad's real last name. But, anyway, this is the story that I want to tell you:
"Ellie, honey, it's 6:30. You slept in."
"Mm, oh, morning, Dad."
"Your Uncle John wants you to come over and play with Julian."
"Really?!" I gasped and lunged out of bed.
"You didn't let me say what time, goofball!" he chuckled.
"What time?"
"Don't worry, 9:30."
"Yes!"
When we finally got there, I saw a giant cardboard rocket ship in the middle of the huge backyard, and five year old Julian standing next to it.
"Wanna be a rocket girl?" he asked me.
"Sure!"
"Wanna go to Mars? I know an easy route."
"But, Jules, Mars is as cold as hell!"
"How you know that?"
"Dad told me."
"Where he learn that?"
"I not know."
But, nonetheless, we went to Mars.
After a visit to Jupiter and Venus, we ate lunch.
"So, how was your trip rocket boy and girl?" Dad asked.
"Mm, Mr. John, you right! Mars is so cold!" Julian giggled.
"Oh, did you two go to Mars?" John asked.
"Mm hmm, and Jupiter and Venus! But it lonely out in space," I sighed and sat down on Dad's lap.
"Do you wanna be a rocket girl when you grow up?" John smirked.
"Not uh! Rockets to confusing!"
"It's fine, Sunshine, I don't understand that stuff either," Dad replied with a kiss on my forehead.
"I love you, Daddy."
"Love you too, kid. Now go get some lunch. Even explorers need to eat."
