"Bye Daddy. I will miss you so much! I will see you at Christmas right?" I asked my father as I was about to board the plane.
"Of course Sweetie, I will miss you too. Maybe I will come for that holiday your mother always wanted to celebrate. It's in a couple weeks I think." My father said giving me a hug. I let out a small chuckle.
"Thanksgiving dad, Please do try though." I said.
"I know and I will. Don't grow to much while your away." He looked as if he was about to cry.
"I wont" I kissed his cheek and went to sand next to my mom.
"Goodbye Phillip", my mom said sternly. "This divorce is for the best' I said to my self.
"Bye Helen," my dad called out. "Stay out of trouble Mia" my father gave me his last request.
"I will," and his words were gone.
As the plane took off I looked out the window. Taking in one last view of the country I will one day rule. My beautiful Genovia. I felt a warm tear run down my cheek and wiped it away. 'Princess don't cry' I told myself.
"Don't worry sweetheart you will love New York," my mom told me.
"I know" I whispered.
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A/N: I hope you like the new version of this story. Please review and tell me if you want me to continue.
