[Age 8 ]
[Y/N=YourName]

First Lady is Dead, I repeat First Lady is Dead.

That bullet was for me not Jackie, Your Father Jack said.

I should be the one under six feet, not my wife Jackie, Jack said.

Jack, Your Uncle Bobby said.

They Killed Her Bobby, How do I tell our kids that their mother isn't coming home ever again, Jack said.

I already buried two children of mine and now I have to bury my wife and the mother of my children, Jack said.

( November 25, 1963)

You grab your daddy's hand as you walk down the steps.

The paparazzi was taking pictures.

You watch as They put your mother into her finale resting place.

You sink down on the grass and put flowers by the flame that never goes out.

Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy
July 28, 1929 - November 22, 1963

Your Daddy grabs your hand and same with your sister Caroline, Your brother John Jr was on your daddy's hip.

( Later that night )

Everyone was sleep but you.

You get out of bed.

You open the door and walk to your daddy room.

You walk inside the room.

Your daddy was sleep.

You get on the bed and move closer to your daddy.

Y/n, What are you doing sweetheart, Jack asked?

Daddy, I can't sleep, I keep on having dreams about Mommy, You said.

It's going to be okay, Your mother is watching over you, Jack said.

You snuggle into your daddy's chest and let out a yawn.

I love you, daddy, You said.

I love you too princess, Jack said.

You close your eyes as you do, your daddy kissed your forehead.

Your daddy look at you one more time before he falls asleep himself .