Disclaimer: The following concept I am writing about is based on a bond between his daughters. However, I don't own the characters that I'm about to use for profit or sale. Therefore, that means I don't own a thing – that's right, I own NOTHING! Anyway, enjoy!
"Dad!" a voice yelled from the attic. She and her twin sister were sitting in the lighted room sorting out their father's pictures he had with their mother.
"Yes," the male voice answered as he came up the stairs. "Girls, what did I tell you about going through my things?"
The girls sat Indian-style as they rooted through their father's things. There were pictures that were years old scattered on the floor as well as ontop of the window sill.
"Careful," their father said as he helped pick up the pictures. "These are pretty much my memories I have with your mother."
The girls nodded and sifted to more pictures. They came across many that showed the father as a young teenager adorned in his white ninja attire with several of his friends standing by a plateau. Standing next to him, was their mother.
"Mommy looked gorgeous," Hope Oliver said as she showed him the picture of their mother. "I didn't know how long your hair was then."
The father laughed and gazed at the picture. "You know, that was the style back then."
The three of them laughed as the continued to sift through the pictures.
"What about this one?" Grace, Hope's twin sister said as she showed her father.
"Hmm…" The father said as he looked at the picture. "That one really escapes me."
"Why's that Daddy?" asked Hope. "Isn't that you and Mom?"
The father gulped and looked at her picture.
"Yeah," he said in reply. "We were teenagers then."
Moments later, a voice came from the house.
"Hello? Anyone home?" a female voice hollered from the downstairs.
"Up here!" the man answered.
She hurried up the stairs to find her husband and their twin daughters sitting in the attic.
"What are you three up to?" the woman asked. "I was thinking you all went out."
The three shook their heads and showed the woman a picture. The woman carefully sat down on the cold attic floor.
"I can't believe you still have this of us," she remarked as she gazed at the picture that contained her and five friends all dressed in different colors.
"What? You didn't tell them we were power rangers did you?" She said sternly at her husband.
The twins' eyes widened.
"Wow," Hope gasped. "Dad, you were one too?"
"Of course he was," the woman replied. "Thomas Oliver, the greatest warrior and ranger."
The man blushed and kissed his wife's lips.
"Gee, thanks Kimberly." Tommy answered.
"Well, they had to know," Kimberly said. "Your father's the greatest followed by your father's friends."
Tommy nodded in agreement.
"Don't forget about your Mommy here," Tommy teased. "She was the best Ranger there is."
The five of them laughed and continued to sift through the pictures.
"Now," Kimberly added. "Who wants some dinner?"