Disclaimer: I don't own Full House or Who's the Boss. I just own the story.

My name is Stephanie Judith Tanner.

I am 8 years old and live in San Francisco. I have a 4 year old sister, Michelle, and a 13 year old sister, DJ.

But enough about me. I'm going to tell you about how we met our Aunt Angela and cousin Jonathan in Connecticut.

I was in my room, looking through some stuff when I found this photo. In the picture was my dad, my dead mother, my Uncle Jesse, my Grandpa Nick, my Grandma Irene, and a couple of other people I didn't know. I decided to ask somebody if they knew who they were.

I ran down the stairs, and the first person I saw was Joey (my dad's friend who had lived with us for 4 years to help raise me and my sisters).

"Hi, Joey!" I said. "Can you help me?"

"Sorry, Steph," he said, "but I really have to go. Why don't you ask your uncle?"

"Fine." I went into the kitchen, where I found not my uncle, but my dad, sitting on the kitchen counter.

"Oh, hi, sweetheart," he said.

"Hi," I said. I started to walk toward him.

"Wait!" he said. "I just waxed the floor!"

"Whoops!" I jumped onto the counter. "So Dad, can you help me with something?"

"Sure."

"Well, I was looking at this photo and I was wondering if you knew who those people were next to Grandpa and Grandma."

"Oh. Well, that is your mom's (and Uncle Jesse's) cousin and aunt. We took this picture when they came into town for our wedding."

"What are their names?"

"Well, um, I think her cousin - the blonde - is Angela and her aunt - the redhead - is Mona."

"Why have we never met them?

"Because they live in Fairfield."

"Across the bay?"

"No, in Connecticut, sweetie."

"Why don't we pay them a visit?"

"Well, since you are related to them, I guess it would be okay. Why don't you ask Uncle Jesse if he can tell you who they were?"

"Okay."

I jumped off the counter back into the living room where I found my uncle playing his guitar.

"Hey, Uncle Jesse, I need help."

He put down his guitar. "Sure, what do you need help on?"

"Um, I was wondering if you could tell me more about these two people right here." I showed him the photo, pointing at them.

"Well, kiddo, the blonde was one of your mom's best friends (and cousins). Every year we would visit them in Connecticut."

"If they were such good friends, then how come we haven't heard from them in a long time?"

"Well, she - Angela - had a child, a couple of months older than DJ. And since your mom also had DJ to worry about, they couldn't see each other or talk to each other anymore, and they lost contact, except for the occasional birthday card."

"That's sad."

"Yeah."

"Does she know Mom died?"

"Yeah. But she couldn't fly out to visit. For the funeral, I mean."

"No wonder I don't know her." I paused, then brought up what I had mentioned to Dad.

"Sure, why don't we? It'll be a nice gesture. She is your aunt and your cousin lives there too."

Okay, I thought to myself, Connecticut, here we come!

After retelling the story to the family, we bought tickets for everyone (well almost; Comet, our dog, had to stay here with Kimmy poor guy. He has to stay here with the air head who talks on the phone all day and whose feet stink) and we called them. They, after all these years, forgot who we were at first, but remembered sooner or later.

Joey immediately recognized the names.

Becky, even though she didn't know them, said yes.

Michelle was a bit ecstatic.

"Oh boy! We get to visit the east coast! I hope they are nice!" Michelle said. "I hope they have cake!"

DJ answered, "They will be nice, Michelle, but I don't think they'll have cake on us on the 1st day. I kinda remember these people. Don't worry."

Boy, I thought, I hope she's right about them being nice.