I smiled to myself at what I'd just heard. My Dad was proud of me. My Dad. And he said my Mom would be proud too.

I returned to my grandparents, and Grandma reached her arm to me.

"Were they proud?" she asked, hugging me gently. I nodded.

"Very," I smiled, happiness overflowing from me. I was taken to a dressing room with Grandma, who helped me into my dress and braided my hair.

"Oh, Jazzy," she smiled, tears in her eyes, "You're the double of your Mom."

I smiled a little, looking at myself in the mirror. I giggled, slowly turning in a circle. Grandma kissed my cheek softly, leading me to the side of the stage. All the other contestants were there, watching me as I arrived. I stared at the floor self consciously.

"Good luck, sweetheart," she smiled, "You'll do great. Do your Mommy proud."

I nodded silently, and I noticed a couple of the others still staring at me. I looked down at the floor again, getting more and more nervous. The first eight contestants came and went, and finally my name was called. I saw Grandma and Grandad sitting a few rows to the front. I took a deep breath, and the door at the back opened. Through it, appeared my father. I smiled a little, taking the microphone into my hand.

"This is for my Mom," I said shakily, looking at Dad again, "And my Dad."

Despite the distance, I saw his eyes widen. I began to sing my mother's favourite song, watching my Dad the whole time. He seemed to freeze for a moment, noticing my dress and my uncanny resemblance to my mother, his soul mate. His hand flew to his mouth, and when everyone stood with applause, I was sure he fell to his knees.

I didn't care how I did, because I knew my Dad had heard my singing, and by what I saw, he'd been positively affected. I left the stage quickly, my legs trembling with the pure adrenalin running through my veins.

"You've all done so well," the judge smiled, "But we can only have one winner."

I looked over at Grandma, who grinned at me excitedly. I smiled back, not listening to anything the judge was saying. I thought I had no chance, I thought if I got anything, I'd get a runner up. Whatever I got, I didn't care. I'd done my family proud.

I heard my name being called out, and Grandma practically leapt out of her seat. I looked around, presuming I was runner up until I was handed a silver trophy.

"We thought Jasmine was a very deserving winner, singing in honour of her parents beautifully. Congratulations, sweetheart," the judge smiled at me excitedly. It hadn't properly sunk in, I was just watching Dad. He was standing up, clapping enthusiastically and nodding as we made eye contact.

I got changed into my normal clothes, then took my bag and went outside to be collected. As I came outside, many of the parents applauded me. I blushed in embarrassment, looking around for my grandparents. To my surprise, I found my Dad waiting for me. I looked at the floor awkwardly as I walked over to him, and he pulled me into a close hug. I gasped at the shock.

"I'm so sorry!" he whispered to me, stroking my hair softly, "My little girl!"

I had no idea what to say, how to react, what to do, and so I automatically began to cry.

"You…you're the spitting image of her. I've been the worst father to you. I've let her down, I've let you down, and I'm so sorry!"

Dad started crying too, his tears falling onto my head, "I'm so proud of you!"

"I love you, Daddy," I whispered, and Dad took my hand gently, walking me to the car so we could talk things through. Grandma ran over to us, catching me up in a huge hug and stroking my hair.

"Well done, sweetheart! We're so happy for you!" she smiled, kissing my forehead gently. She set me down on my feet, "You two need to talk. And for a long time."

I nodded a little, looking up at Dad. Her softly kissed my forehead.

"We'll see you tomorrow," Grandad hugged me gently; "You did great."

"Thanks, Grandad," I whispered shyly, and Dad gently led me to the car and began to drive me home.