Author's Note: Hey guys, again not that long of a post. However, i'll more than likely have another one up tonight. This was my favorite chapter to write. I really enjoyed it. I hope you guys enjoy it as well! Review please :) thanks a bunch for all your dedication to the story!

As I finished telling my story, I realized Sophia had put her arms around me. I guess in the middle of being nostalgic I ended up crying. She was rubbing my back and telling me it was going to be ok. Can you imagine? My six year old daughter, who still needs me to bandage up and kiss her scrapes, telling me it's going to be alright. She was amazing like that, a blessing. I wrapped my arms tightly around her and whispered, "I know, because you're here."

Sophia woke up excited as ever for the art show. She went on and on during breakfast about how she wished the school day would just fly by so it would be four o'clock. I smiled at how enthused she was, her love for art was something I liked to take credit for. The phone rang.

"Hello? Yeah she got an A. I was very proud. I figured we could drop by around three tomorrow. We have a pit stop to make on the way. No we'll definitely be there around three or four. Dinner sounds great. Ok. No really don't worry about tonight. It's fine I understand. Ok love you too. See you tomorrow. Ok bye." I hung up. Sophia was practically bouncing in her seat the whole way to school.

"Love you mama. Bye!" She said quickly kissing my cheek and jumping out before I could even say it back. Her and her friends immediately began discussing how happy they were about tonight. I smiled. She was going to do things so much bigger than she realized. So much bigger than this art show. So much bigger than this life she knew.

I was really excited for tonight as well. I bought a disposable camera after work and invited Margie to tag along. She was more than happy to come see an art show; it was one of her favorite things.

When we got to the school, no one had really arrived yet so we were able to get good seats up front. Within fifteen minutes, the entire cafeteria was full of parents and siblings, cameras ready. The art show was fun, kids got excited and rambled so fast most of the time, that I didn't catch much of what was said. Then it was Sophia's turn. Her words, were mumbled, and fast, but her message was crystal clear.

"Hey everybody!" She said brightly.

I smiled at her from the front row.

She began...

"This is my art project. It's just a picture of all my favorite animals. This one's the best." She said, pointing to the penguin. My heart began to race.

"You see, my mommy's favorite animal is the penguin. She loves them because she always told me, that when they found their soul mate they stayed together forever." She began explaining, all the while holding her picture up high. "My mommy's soul mate is my mama." She said pointing to me. I blushed. "My mommy couldn't be here right now, but if she could, she would tell you that my mama is her penguin." I felt my eyes well up with tears. "I love penguins, because they remind me of my mama and mommy. Two of the most amazing people ever. I love them. They have shown me so many amazing things. I hope some day I find my penguin, and I hope my penguin and I are as much in love, as my mommy and mama." She finished and took a bow.

I looked around through tear filled eyes and noticed that everyone was smiling. I couldn't have been more proud than I was in that moment. She was so wise beyond her years, so smart. I don't know where she got the strength to stand strong in front of so many people, who could possibly judge her. The applause began. Awards were handed out and Sophia came down off the stage.

"How did I do mama? Why are you crying?" She asked, worried she had done something wrong.

"I'm crying because I have the most amazing daughter in the world. It's overwhelming." I replied.

She wrapped her arms around my waist. "Aw mama, I'm the lucky one." She was such a charmer.

"Stand close, you two." Margie said. I immediately wrapped my arm around Sophia, who was holding her collage, and the first place ribbon. The camera flashed, and with that, a memory was framed.