The Graveyard Girl *ON HOLD*

Memory of Dad

The year of 2000

"Daddy!" I yell, my little feet pitter pattering on the tile floor. I run toward the front door. I launch myself up, my dad catching me.

"Hey baby girl!" he hugs me. I giggle hugging him back. He sets his brief case by the door. "Airplane daddy!!! Airplane!!" I exclaim.

He lets out a soft chuckle, "Ok." He throws me up in the air, catching me as I fall down. "Higher!" I giggle. He throws me higher, catching me once again. "Higher! Higher!" I exclaim.

He throws me up even higher. "Be careful babe!" my mommy laughs lightly, concern still laced in her tone. He catches me, laughing, and sets me on the ground.

"Dinner is on the counter babe." mommy says to daddy. He pats my head, before looking at his watch. "How about you go get ready for bed, and I'll be there to read you a bedtime story."

I nod, "Okay daddy." I run off seeing mommy's arms crossed, smiling at me. I run off to my room choosing me some pajamas.

I pick out my onsie pajama and put it on, zipping it up. I grab my brush, brushing my midnight black hair.

I then run to the bathroom just across the hall. I grab my step stool and pull it up to the sink. I step up on it, grabbing my tooth brush.

I grab the toothpaste and squeeze some on the tooth brush. I then start brushing my teeth. Once finished, I garggle my mouth with water, spitting it out after a couple seconds.

I then look at myself. I smooth out my shoulder length hair. I smile, making silly faces in the mirror. I giggle when I cross my forest green eyes.

I jump off my stool, putting it away. I run to my room, my tiny feet pounding on the ground. I jump on my bed, making it only half way on there, my bed being tall.

I use all my strength to climb my little self up on my bed. I then snuggle into the blanket. "Find a story you want me to read baby girl?" daddy says as he walks in my room. I point to the story on my bedside table, it was my favorite story.

"Ah Repunzel?" I vigorously shake my head 'yes'. He gives a light chuckle, before grabbing the book and sitting on the edge of my bed.

He then begins reading the story. Soon he had finished the book. "Daddy, will I ever find me a prince?" I yawn. He smiles, "No, one day you'll find yourself a king. But you have to promise me he will treat you like a queen." I nod slowly, yawning once more.

He puts the book on my bed side table. He leans over me, pulling the blanket over me, tucking me in. My eyes flutter close. "You'll always be my little princess though." he kisses my forehead, leaving the room, shutting off the lights.