This story used to be known as "The Little Girl" on my other account, MistySummerNights. I have changed the title and switched this story over to this account.

Disclaimer: I only own Carlie.

Prologue:

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A little girl, 6 years old, runs into her daddy's arms. Her daddy picks her up and carries her to her room. It was easy to see she was a daddy's girl (and a pastor's daughter). Her daddy tucks the little girl in bed and reads her a fairytale. "Good night baby girl." He said, as he hugged and kissed her goodnight, for the last time unknown to the both of them. "I love you honey." He said.

"Love you too papa." The little girl said her last words ever to her father. Her mommy came in and kissed her goodnight after her daddy left for a mission for his father who was also a pastor.

"Goodnight mama." The little girl said.

"Goodnight sweetheart." Her mother said, walking out of her daughter's room. The next morning, the little girl screamed and cried when she learned her father was presumed dead. She didn't know what that meant; all she knew was that her daddy was never coming home again.

-5 years later-

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When that same little girl was 11 years old, her mother was very sick with cancer. Her mother's maid came to get her when it was time. "Darling, it's time; your mother is on her deathbed."

The little girl nodded. "Coming." She said, her blond curls bounced against her back and her deep blue eyes showed sorrow. Today, she had on a sea-blue dress with silver sequence.

She followed the maid down the stairs and down another hallway with her own maid behind her. When the little girl arrived, her mother patted the bed beside her, her hair was matted and she had bruised bags under her eyes, but she was happy to see her daughter, she wanted her daughter to lay with her one last time. "Hi sweetheart." She said, as her daughter carefully lay beside her. Her mother ran her fingers through the little girl's hair "You are looking like your father more and more each day" She said. The little girl knew that she looked like her father, as she had been told many time, she nodded.

"Listen baby, be good for your grandfather, he'll take care of you from now own. Remember, I love you." She whispered, kissing her daughter's forehead.

"Yes mama." The little girl said. "I love you too." She stood back up, she really wanted to cry, but she felt as if she had to be strong. She wiped a few stray tears from her eyes.

"Your father wanted me to give you this when I felt that you were old enough to have it." She said, handing her daughter a golden locket with a Cross on it. The little girl opened it. One side had a portrait of her and her father and the other of her and her mother. One of the maids clasped it to her neck. She was also given two letters; one from her father and the other from her mother.

The little girl's mother died an hour later, that's when she let it all out. She couldn't stop crying. Her mother's maid picked her up and held her as she sent the little girl's maid out to fetch the girl's grandfather. The maid carried the little girl into the living room. The girl's maid soon arrived with the grandfather and a mortician behind him. The grandfather attempted to calm his granddaughter down, but it did him no good, she hadn't cried this much since her daddy died, all they could do, well, all her maid could do was hold her until she finally calmed down enough for the doctor to check on her and got her to eat.

The next day was the funeral. She woke up and her maid got her fed and helped her dressed in a formal black and white dress and piled part of her hair on her head and let the rest of the curls rest on her back.

After the funeral, he told her she could visit her mother (and her fathers, even though there was no body) grave whenever she felt she needed to, just to let him know, or one of the maids more than likely.

That little girl was me, and my name is Carlie Elizabeth Cullen, this is my story.