Title: "Daddy's Girl" Author: Amber H. Disclaimer: Catherine Marshall's beautiful story of Christy is owned by the LeSourd Family. I am in no way seeking profit or credit for her story. I am continuing the story of Christy for my own amusement only. I kept looking at myself in the mirror, and it never got any better, no matter what angle I chose. What was I going to do? Today, my 18th birthday of all days, I wanted to look grown up, but all I saw looking back at me through the mirror was a little girl. The blue eyes that looked much too big in my thin face, and long dark hair falling around my shoulders. As I tried to pile it up on top of my head - something I rarely did - my thoughts turned to my future. I would be starting college next month, but after that I didn't have any real plans. One thing I did have was dreams though. How many times had my teachers had to pull me out of my daydreams when I was supposed to be thinking about arithmetic? I saw myself smiling in the mirror as I thought of one particular daydream I had had over the years. My husband, playing on the floor with our little children, hair all mushed up and falling in his face. He'd chase them around on his hands and knees in front of the big roaring fireplace. I would be in the kitchen cleaning up the supper dishes and laughing at their antics. After the dishes are all washed and put away (I *would* be the perfect housekeeper), I would go into the living room just in time, as the children were starting to get droopy eyed. They would come over and give their mommy a goodnight kiss, and then daddy would carry them both upstairs with his strong arms. I would here him telling them a goodnight story, and then saying their prayers. When they were safely tucked in and sleeping peacefully, he would quietly come down the steps and we would cuddle together on the sofa, enjoying the silent moments alone watching the flames dance in the fireplace........ I was startled when the door opened and my father walked in. I gasped and he said teasingly, "Christy, I'm sorry to wake you from you daydreams, but your guests are waiting." He smiled at me, and I couldn't help but smile back even though I could feel the blush rising to me cheeks at being "caught" by my father. "You look so grown up with your hair that way." He said a little wistfully. "My Girlie is a woman now, but I can't help but miss my little girl." I slipped my hand into his and gave it a little squeeze. "I am so proud of you, Christy." Father added, and I leaned over and hugged him, tears in my own eyes. The End! .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. Disclaimer: Catherine Marshall's beautiful story of Christy is owned by the LeSourd Family. I am in no way seeking profit or credit for her story. I am continuing the story of Christy for my own amusement only. Disclaimer #2: This is the very first fan fiction I have written, so it's kind of intimidating for me to send this! Sorry it's so short! Disclaimer #3: I have to thank Jessica for helping me by giving me the title! Thanks Jess!