"Uncle Paul, am I an orphan?" I looked down at my bowl of oatmeal.
I could feel Paul McCartney stroking my hair gently above me. I didn't like picking favorites, so I called all my daddy's friends my uncles. You know, by friends I mean the rest of the Beatles. I always thought my daddy's favorite animal was a beetle…I mean, why else would he name a rock n' roll band after the bugs I find in the garden? My daddy said I was only seven, and I would understand a lot better later.
Paul bent down to look me in my navy blue eyes, "Beautiful, you have the best parents in the world. They're just having a little quarrel, that's all. You know, in those stories you read with mommy, all of the people who love each other have a fight once in a while, right?"
I frowned. I saw daddy talking to another lady and mommy did, too. She got mad and took me to Uncle Paul's while she talked to daddy. She didn't tell me much. "But what if mommy and daddy don't say sorry? Does that mean daddy isn't daddy anymore?"
He looked around, sighing. He looked back at me, and smiled a little bit. He didn't really smile, don't get the wrong idea. He only smiled a tiny bit. "Of course not," He poked my nose, "You'll always be your daddy's little girl."
"Pinky swear?" I pouted, holding out my pinky to Uncle Paul. I mean, how could I be sure if he was telling the truth? The only way I could do that was by pinky swearing with him.
He smirked at the finger and grasped it, petting me on the top of my head. "I promise. Pinky promise."
I giggled, slapping his hand away with all the force I could muster. "This is serious, Mr. McCartney!"
"Oh, really?" He raised an eyebrow, picking me up and twirling me around. "I could spin you around so much that you'll get terribly dizzy…you won't like that, would you?"
I shrugged, giggling uncontrollably. "Actually, I'm a ballerina, I could twirl on my own, thank you very much."
He put me down, putting his hands on his hips. "Well, then, Miss Lucy, show me your ballet shoes."
And I did. Daddy was in America when mommy bought me my ballet shoes when I started ballet. I hope daddy is still proud of me. I only showed him my ballet once.