Irene Fitzgerald Kennedy

Irene

    "You're my what?" Jack asked shocked.

    "I'm your daughter. My mother is Jill Miller."

    Jack thought for a moment, "How old are you?"

    "I just turned sixteen in March."

    Jack stared at her. "Damn, it's like looking into a mirror."

    Irene laughed, "Can I stay?"

    "You're my daughter, of course."

    He grabbed her hand and walked her into the house. As he slowly walked into the sitting room, Irene became nervous.

    "Jack, who was at the door?"

    "Jackie, this is Irene. She's-"

    "Your daughter..." Jackie finished upon looking at them.

    Irene sat down on the couch next to Jackie and they began to ask her questions. After a few hours of talking, Irene fell asleep on the couch.

    The next morning, there was a knock at the door. Irene woke to the sound of her father bounding down the stairs. He opened the door for a man that looked a lot like him. Irene threw the blanket off of her and walked towards the door.

    "Bobby, I have to tell you something," Jack said.

    "What's that, Jack?"

    "Morning," Irene said quietly.

    "Never mind, here she is. Bobby, this is my daughter, Irene."