Hey..mi name is Eloisa I am Wanderer's sister-in-law but we always call cousin. This story I wrote after I watched Falling for the Falls Hope you like it.

My name is Allison Dylanne Munroe, but everyone calls me Allie. I am eight ½ years old–well, almost ½. I have light brown hair and blue eyes. I have lost seven teeth, have my hair cut twice a year, and visit my grandparents Connie and Jack once every three months. I go to a school near my house; I'm in grade two. I have a best friend named Lola and another best friend named Matt.

My favorite subject at school has always been Art, but this year I am having Drama, and I like it a lot. I am also very good at it. The teacher, Miss Collins, said I am so good that I should be in a class for sixth graders.

I have a pet dog; a bichon frisé. She's five ½ months old. I called her Meena. She's so playful and intelligent too; she already knows three tricks. I got her for my birthday, May 27th, because my grades had been very good and I deserved a puppy.

I live in Richmond, Virginia. I used to live in Hollywood, but we had to move when I was barely a few days old. Mommy has never told me why.

It's just Mommy and me in this house. Well, us and Meena, of course. Mommy is a lawyer, but thanks to my aunt Lucy, I know she used to be an actress! She starred in a comedy show called So Random that used to air in 2009. It's a little weird that the show unexpectedly ended exactly six months before I was born. Aunt Lucy babysits me sometimes when Mommy has to stay in her office until really late, and we watch So Random together. She once showed me the last episode, and I could see a tiny bump in Mommy's tummy. Aunt Lucy says it's me. But of course I don't buy it. That was way too small to be me. I've always been a very big girl. I'm 4 feet tall, which is a lot for my age. I'm one of the tallest girls in my class!

Everybody says my life is perfect. I'm not gonna lie; I am a very happy girl. But there's something I want, more than anything else in the world, and I'd give everything I have in order to get it.

I want a daddy. I've done many drawings of him; well, about how I think he is, anyway. Mommy never talks about him. Once I asked her where he was, but she said that I didn't have a daddy. I now know that's impossible, or at least that's what my teacher says. She told me everybody has to have a mother and a father in order to exist; they may die later, but we all have two parents. I want to know who my daddy was, if he actually is…dead.

A long time ago I was at the park with Lola and another friend we had, Maggie, who moved to New Orleans, and we were playing in the swings. Some other girls who were older than us wanted to make us leave so that they could have the swings, but my friends' daddies went to defend us. The girls asked me where my daddy was and when I told them I didn't have one, they started picking on me, and didn't stop for a very long time when I finally told Mommy about them.

I wonder if it'll always be like this. I mean, all the other kids at school have their daddy take them to places; Mommy drives me everywhere. My friends' daddies sign their exams, and Mommy signs mine; and it's like that with everything. I've never told Mommy about this. She would be so sad and think I don't love her.

Because of the many times I have asked Mommy about him, the other day she took me to our backyard and I saw a beautiful garden. She told me that she's planted one rose for every time I have asked her about him. She said once the garden is full, she'll give me either his last name, or his location. It's already half full. I can't ask more than once a day; that's the only rule. Also, the rose has to grow full. That's hard in winter. Still, I'm not giving up.

Oh, I'm not sure if I said it before, but Mommy's name is Sonny…just in case.

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