I, Andre Harris was in my living room, reading a news paper in peace, heating in the evening next to fireplace.
"Daddy, daddy, daddy!" My seven years old daughter, Rosie ran toward me. I took her on my lap.
"What's up, little kid? Shouldn't you be in your bed?" I asked her, while I was hugging her. Even if I love to have my moment for peace, I prefer spending time with my daughter.
" I can't sleep. Can you make me hot chocolate?" I chuckled.
"Sure." I grabbed her in bride-style and I planted Rosie on the table. She sat there quietly, and watched me, as I was making hot chocolate.
"Here, sweetheart." I gave her a cup with her favorite drink. Rosie took a sip, and when she put down a cup, she had a chocolate mustache. I laughed and I wiped it away. She smiled.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." I pecked her in nose. Her smiled got even bigger.
"Daddy…" She started.
"Yes, Rosie?"
"Tell me about my mommy." She said. I sighed. I have never talking with Rosie about her mother. She died, after giving birth.
"Please, daddy. You don't have to tell me everything about her. I know it's hard." Sometimes, she behaves really grow up. I am so proud of her. Every day, every hour, every minute, every seconds in my life. "Tell me… Ten things about her. Just ten things, daddy."
"Okay." I nodded. She smiled again. God, she was smiling just like her mother. We moved on the living room – she sat on the couch, I sat on the chair in front of her. I took a deep breath.
"So, first thing, is her favorite color was blue. She thought that it's color of new day."
"Second, is that she wished your second name have to be after aunt Jade."
Rosie listened to me, with growing up curios.
"Third is that, she was very loyal. She always kept promises."
"Fourth… She believed that everyone deserves to be happy. Just like you."
"Then next thing, is… On her eighteen birthday, we made a really big party, so, me, uncle Robbie, aunt Cat, uncle Beck and aunt Jade were in arrest. Your mom had to save us. When the policeman didn't want to leave us free, she hit him. And she was put in arrest with us." Rosie laughed hardly. I smiled, remembering the old times.
"Okay, now the sixth thing." Rosie said inpatient.
"Okay. Sixth thing is… That she was my first real love. And probably last." I added. Rosie got up and sat on my lap, hugging me.
"Don't worry, daddy. You still have me. I love you, and I am not going anywhere." I felt a tear rolling down my face.
"I know." I whispered. "I love you so much, Rosie."
"I know that, Daddy." She said and return on couch. I wiped tears away, and continued.
"Seventh thing is… Even if she often disagreed with aunt Jade, they always get through in problems together."
"Eighth thing? She was half Latino. And she loved Spain. She took me there on Christmas when we were nineteen." I felt the tears in my eyes again.
"Ninth… You are identically like her. You have high cheekbones. You have curly, brown hair, brown eyes, beautiful mouth. You are just like her. She was beautiful. She was the most beautiful girl on the world."
Rosie was smiling like crazy, tears rolling down on her cheek, and she was staring at me, waiting for the last thing about her mother.
"The last thing." I said, wiped tears away from my daughter cheeks.
"Her name was Tori Vega."