Right, I am sorry that the last chapter was so short but I just used it as time filling really. Plus, I wanted to get thing the stuff about Sophie not looking like Sam, Bill or Harry. So, in this chapter Sophie is nine years old. Part of this chapter is told from Sophie's point of view.

Father's day

Its father's day on Sunday. This is really the first year I have thought about my Dad. I wished on my ninth birthday cake that I could know him. I have not said anything to Mum yet, but I am going too.

When I left school on Friday afternoon, everyday else ran to their dads. I walked home alone.

Charlotte Motley is a year older than me, and followed me a little up the track whilst her dad was not looking.

"That's right Sophie Sheridan; you go home to your Mummy. Have fun on your fatherless father's day!" She laughed. I did not look back at her, I just got faster.

'I wish so much that I could have a dad'

When I got home, Mum was dusting the front desk. She saw the tears in my eyes. "Sophie baby, what's the matter?" She asked kneeling in front of me. I felt angry at her, even though I knew that I should not have been.

"Charlotte Motley was being horrible." I said stepping past her. "Sophie" She followed me down the corridor.

"She was laughing, saying enjoy your stupid fatherless father's day" I shouted slamming the door angrily.

I slid down the wall, and hid my face in my hands. I burst into tears.

Donna's point of view.

"Sophie, come on baby girl open the door" I said knocking on the door. I could hear her crying loudly.

I had thought about what I had would say to Sophie when she said about her dad but my mind had gone blank. I was now where near to even being able to guess who her father was. She looked so much like me, but had characteristics of all of them.

She adored drawing and was very good at it just like Sam. She loved to explore and had that sense of adventure like Bill. And she had a great singing voice just like Harry.

"I'll give you some time" I said hoping for a reply. Nothing. I left her with the door shut. I gave her some time to calm down, and for me to think about what I was going to say.

I gave her half an hour. When I walked back to her room, the door was still locked. "Chiqatitta, open the door" I asked. I heard her slip the lock open before running back. She sat cross-legged on her bed, staring at me.

"Mum, where is my dad?"

I was not expecting her to come out and say it like that. I walked over and sat beside her, putting my arm around her.

"Well, Sophie your dad..." I stopped. "Your dad does not know about you."

"Why wouldn't he know about me?"

"It was just a summer romance, and he was gone long before I knew I was expecting you"

Sophie did not say anything in reply, she just nodded. Hopefully, I had satisfied her with that answer.

She hugged me tightly. Pulling her on to my lap, I wiped her long fair hair behind her ears. "Tell you what; father's day will be our special day for you and me" I said

"I like that idea"

"Good" I smiled at her, but deep down I hoped something I had not hoped before. That my little girl would one day know her father. I just hoped I would not have to see him again. Who ever it was.