I don't own the characters or the show

I don't own the characters or the show.

--Chapter- 10.

Franklin Park had changed since the last time we had been there. There was graffiti on the walls, broken glass that made playing in the sand a safety hazard. It was completely run down, which is a shame because it used to be the best park in town. The last time I came here was when I was nine and I got in trouble because I hadn't informed anyone of my whereabouts. Like many places in town the memories of my dad are too strong for my mom to handle so she rarely makes a point of going. I can't blame her, I can only understand the pain of losing a dad, I'm sure the pain of losing a husband, your soul mate is much stronger. But she has kept her promise and escorted me to the park like many years before everything changed.

"Did I have like when daddy pushed me on the swings?" Because I could barely remember him ever doing that, memorize of my emotions would be impossible to recall.

"It was your favorite thing in the world. Everyday you and him would come out here, only if for a few minutes and just play and play. It was your special daddy-daughter time with him." I'm not surprised when her voice starts to get sad and distanced.

"I just wish I could remember." That was said more directed to myself than to her.

"I know baby I know. But remember I'm here to fill in those missing gaps the best I can." I jump off the swing and rush over to her and give her a big hug. She gladly accepts it.

Jack hadn't joined us, he was invited but he decided to let this be a mother-daughter day. I am now glad of that. He told us he would pick us up at 12:30; it was now 12:28. I wished time would freeze and those two minutes could be stretched out for 2,000 years. I loved it when it was just mom and me, when the conversation involved nothing. Aunt Melinda did a decent job of filling that void for me, but when it came down it, she wasn't my mom. I think only your actual mother can give you a love that strong. Just like Miranda and Maggie could love me like a sister, but we will never have a true sister bond. The same goes for Carey and Clu. During this trip home I have discovered the true meaning of family.

The car pulled up and the horn was beeped. Mom and me looked at each other with looks that said, "Thanks for being there for me." Jack got out of the drivers seat and mom took over it. He of course had shot gun, but I didn't mind, not today at least.

--Ok I just realized there is an error in the first chapter, the really short one introducing the story. I say the story takes places 11 days ago. It doesn't, I'm not sure when the story takes place, so just pretend there is no time frame. Thanks--