Krissy POV
Today I looked in a mirror and daddy told me that he sees the beauty underneath. I'm a little confused. " I don't feel beautiful daddy...the ballet girls keep saying that we're freaks." He looks at me with a smile. "They just don't see the beauty that you andI do." We went back home and I went to the piano and startedto play a tune that was in my head. Daddy says that I get my musical ability from him. I stop playing and look at daddy. "Daddy...what was my mommy like?" He stops what he's doing and looks at me with a confused look. "Why do you ask my little angel?" "You never talk about mommy....and I-I want to know what she was like. Am I anything like her?" He looks at the ground. "Your mommy was an angel. She was beautiful, kind, smart...just like you. You have my eyes and hair, but, you have your mommy's kind heart, her beautiful smile, and the same sparkle of wonder and curiosity in your eyes as she did." He touches my cheeck. I yawn adorably and he picks me up. "Time for a nap mon petite ange." (My little angel. FYI) I nod and snuggle into him as he carries me to my bed. It looks like a swan. Daddy says that mommy used to sleep here. "When I grow up daddy...I want to be like mommy...." I mumble half asleep.