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Chap.1

A little girl about the age of 5, sat on the ground in a park. She was picking flowers and humming a song to herself. A little boy around her age came up next to her. "Hi." He said. She stopped humming and looked up. "Hi." She replied. He sat down next to her. "what'cha doing?" He asked. "picking flowers for my mommy." She pulled a flower out of the ground and placed it the bunch in her hand. "is your Mommy nice?" he asked watching her pick the flowers. "yeah, she is very nice. So is my daddy." She said not even looking at him. "My daddy's nice too." He said. She stopped picking to look at him. "what bout your mommy?" The boy looked down. " I don't have a Mommy." He said sadly. "Peter." A dark voice called out. Peter looked behind him, the girl did the same. The girl saw people walking around and also she saw a man sitting on the bench, he was dressed all in black, and had on a trench coat and a hood was covering his face. "My daddy is calling me. Bye." The boy said standing up. "bye." She said. He ran toward the man in Black, The man stood up took the boys hand and walked away.

"Jacquelyn!" The girl turned her head. "Mommy!" She ran over to her mother to give her a hug. Her mother had Long brown curly hair, and was quite thin. "Mommy, I picked you some flowers!" Jacquelyn said handing her mother the flowers. "oh, thank you darling." She held the flowers up to her nose and inhaled. "hmmm." Jacquelyn smiled. "How are my two lovely girls." A man said coming up to them, he had long brown hair and always a smile on his face. "Daddy." Jacqui said running over to give him a hug. He picked her up and spun her around, and she laughed. "Daddy? Guess what?" She asked bouncing up in his arms. "What?" He asked. "I met a boy. He was really nice. I think his name was peter." He set her down. "well that's great, Jacqui" She nodded. "come on Jacqui, it's time to go home." Her mother said, holding her hand out for her daughter to take. She did. She grabbed her fathers hand too.

"what are we gonna do when we get home momma." Jacquelyn asked as she went into the carriage. Her mother and father sat beside her. "Well your father is going to make supper. Right Raoul?" The mother said, smiling at her husband. He sighed. "what about Mme. Giry?" he asked. "I let her take the night off." Raoul whined. "fine." The mother laughed.

Raoul was in the kitchen, trying how to figure out how the stove worked. "Need help Raoul?" He turned and fake smiled at her. "Very funny Christine. No actually I am doing just fine." He put the pot on the stove, burning his finger in the process. He screamed and shook his hand to cool it down. Christine laughed. "Are you sure you aren't in need of my assistance?" He sighed. "no. Christine I can do this." Christine shrugged and went out of the room only to come back standing in the doorway with Jacquelyn She bent down beside her. "Want to see something funny, Jacqui?" She nodded. "Watch Daddy."

Soon enough Jacquie was cracking up in the door way. Raoul turned to look at them. "that's great Christine, showing our daughter that I can't cook. You knew I couldn't cook even when we were little." Christine walked in followed by still laughing Jacquie. "Yes, I know. Do you remember that time you tried to make me a batch of your mom's famous cookies. I never ate your mom's cookies again!" Christine laughed. "OH yes, I remember quite well." Raoul said. "alright, I will help you make supper, Jacquie go wash up." Christine ordered her daughter. "Yes mommy." And the little five year old skipped out of the room.

Christine moved over to the stove and started fixing up Raoul's mess. Raoul came uop behind her and rapped her arms around her. "She's precious isn't she?" Raoul asked. "who?" Christine asked. Raoul looked at her. "Our daughter Christine." He said. She laughed. "oh yes, She was just like you were when you were little, always happy and skippy." He let go of her, making Christine look behind her. " Was I really that skippy?" He asked. She sighed and went over to him. "oh Raoul. You realize I fell in love with that skippy little boy." He smiled And pulled her into a hug. "Yes of course." He then separated and kissed her. Christine pulled away, leaving a confused Raoul. "I have to finish cooking, dear. Go check on Jacquelyn she is ttaking to long up there." Raoul nodded and left the room and Christine went back to cooking.