Icy cold winds nipped at my nose and whipped through my "sturdy" jacket. I didn't like this. Daddy said that it will help me stay warm, and that if I didn't wear it, I will be cold. But I was still cold! I hoped this train will come soon.

     I heard some people laughing and looked around. A group of teenagers were playing in the snow. That looks like fun! I wanted to play too, but they were probably going to get in trouble anyways. This is a train station. Everyone knows you are supposed to play games like tic-tac-toe or rock-paper-scissors. Then you won't get in anybody's way.

     I looked up at Daddy, "Da'? when is the train coming?" I asked. "I'm cold!"

     He chuckled, "Hopefully soon!" he said.

     I smiled at him, and turned my gaze back down, grinning. I'm sure he's right. Daddy's always right!

     About two minutes have passed by, and I started to shiver. I thought shivering was supposed to help, but shivering hurts! Daddy looked down at me, "Hey May, are you cold?" he asked, sounding concerned, "You seem awfully frozen."

     I nodded, "Yeah, but I don't mind. The museum was fun!" I replied cheerfully.

Daddy chuckled, "Wait a sec..." He said and started to pull off his coat. "Here. This will keep you warm..." He added and helped me slide it on.

     He was right. It was warm! "Thanks Da'!" I said as I snuggled next to his warm body. I love daddy.

     He chuckled, facing down the railroad, "Not a problem!" He switched his gaze down to me, "That coat kinda looks good on you!" He added.

     I laughed, "But Da', it's too big!" And plus, it was a dude jacket, though I didn't mind the dark green base with black accents. It also had smooth black sides and zipper pockets, as well as inside pockets.

     Daddy smiled, and looked back at the track, "You'll grow into it."

     While we waited for the train to come, I thought back to when I was at home with Daddy. Just last week I was helping him make and decorate a cake. It was huge! There were six rounded cakes, each one a different size than another, and I was in charge of picking all the colors.

     The main color was blue, and I helped spread it! I also wanted to make a lily pad on the top with a giant pink flower. Since I didn't know how to do it, Daddy let me watch him. It was so pretty!

     I also decided to put fish and seaweed as decorations along the sides. Daddy made the colorful fish while I spread the green seaweed. I wasn't sure where on earth this biome was, but I didn't care. I loved it!

     Not to mention it tasted great!

     My mind then raced over to the time Daddy taught me how to ride a bike. It took seemingly forever, and there were enough scrapes and bruises to last me weeks. But he kept me going even when I was feeling down. And look at where that got me. I can ride a bike!

     I heard the sound of a train racing down the tracks, but it was out of sight at the moment. There were a lot of twists and turns around that part of the railroad. Daddy must have heard the sound too, "This is not the one. Ours should be here in five minutes. This one will just rush right past us!" He explained.

     I nodded. I can wait five more minutes. I heard the teenagers from before behind us. "Hey Nick! I dare you to ask that man for his phone number!" One of the boys shouted. I knew Daddy heard them, but he didn't acknowledge them. He always taught me to let people have their fun knowing that you are, and will always be, smarter than them.

     "What the-?! Vix! What is your problem?! It's obvious he's married. Just look at his child!" The other teen shouted back. I could feel Daddy's arm holding me tighter. Mommy died when I was born, so I had never met her. But Daddy always said how pretty and kind she was and how I should be proud to be half Canadian.

     I didn't say anything. I saw Daddy crying one night after one of our neighbors, five years older than me, came over. She talked about me not having a mom. I never wanted to see anything more depressing than Daddy crying ever again.

     I could tell what Daddy was thinking, but it's best not to say a word. The teenagers were talking again, "And plus, just because Nick admitted that he is gay doesn't mean he wants to smooch every man he meets!" What does gay mean? I wondered to myself. Maybe I'll ask Daddy tomorrow at breakfast.

     The teenagers continued to squabble with each other, and we saw the train rushing down the tracks. "Here it is-" Daddy started to talk, but suddenly his left arm that was around me shot up, making me flinch. It was all too fast for me to take all at once. All I saw was Daddy disappearing from sight and one of teenagers falling onto the ground.

     Then the train roared by.

     I was too shocked to do anything. My body was all stiff. The train passed by completely, and I saw Daddy nowhere. All I heard was a voice on the ground next to me, "Oh sh-" I didn't pay attention long enough to hear what he was saying. I walked up to the edge of the pathway and looked down, immediately wishing I hadn't.

     There, on the tracks, was Daddy, but not the Daddy I had known all my life. The train had sliced his flesh and bones, right through where the lungs were. I watched painfully as blood poured and slightly bubbled slowly out of the wound, staining the dirty snow dark red. His face was facing upwards, giving a shocked yet lifeless expression. All the happy-go-lucky light in his eyes, gone.

     I didn't know what to do. All my life, I've been raised by what was now a bloody mess. So much blood, and the lungs were messily visible. I started to feel light-headed. What can I do?

     My legs grew weak, and I can't think anymore. Blackness slowly enclosed my vision. The last thing I remembered was how my body fell to the cold hard ground.