Disclaimer: I do NOT, NOT, NOT own Full House, or its characters, or its settings, etc. I only have my story.
A/N: I'm not really sure about how old D.J. was, so I'm going to put the "tragedy" near her birthday, just to make it seem more dramatic, even though it most likely didn't happen then. Please review!
Dear Diary,
It's been practically six months since I've made an entry. I've just been really busy with Michelle and Mom, so I barely have time to brush my hair, much less write in my diary. Michelle's healthy, but she needs a lot of attention, and since Dad's on a cleaning frenzy, I've got to help do the dishes and laundry, and change Michelle's diapers. I wonder if my diapers ever smelled as disgusting as Michelle's. If they did, I've got to go apologize to Mom and Dad for having to change them.
My birthday's coming up! I can't wait! Finally, the big "1 0". Dad's going to throw me a big party. First, I'll take a couple friends to the movies. Then we can come back home and watch movies all night long, and have pillow fights.
Which reminds me, I've got to get back to my invitations.
Love, D.J.
Using my neatest hand writing, I wrote, "You are cordially"—Dad told me to use that word—"invited to Donna Joe Tanner's tenth birthday party!" I drew lots of balloons and cakes, with confetti and a big "10" sign on the inside. There I included the date and time, place, and what to bring.
It took me half an hour to finish one, but when I was done, I leaned back in my chair with satisfaction. It was beautiful! "D.J," I murmured to myself with a smug smile, "you've really outdone yourself this time." Then I realized that I'd have to make six more, and groaned. I grabbed my colored pencils and got back to work.
Danny's POV
I was waxing the kitchen floor when I heard Pam's voice ring out from the living room: "Danny? Can you come in here, please?"
"Sure," I called back, and dashed into the family room. Pam was perched peacefully on the arm of the sofa, studying a small box in her hand. She looked so beautiful, I just wanted to go over and hug her tightly. "Is something wrong?" I asked.
She grinned. "No, I just wanted to show you my birthday gift to D.J." She took of the lid of the box and held it out to me. In the cotton packaging was a beautiful silver bracelet, and when I studied it more closely, I noticed it had been engraved with "Happy Birthday, D.J.!" on the outside with "Love, Mom" on the inside of the bracelet.
"It's beautiful," I murmured. I looked down at her. "She'll love it."
Pam smiled with pride. "I hope so; I want this birthday to be really special."
D.J.'s POV
Today's the big day. I woke up early and let out a loud cheer. "Yes!"
When I walked downstairs dressed in a white flared skirt and a ruffled pink shirt, Dad had already me a birthday pancake. It was huge, indeed the size of a pan, with lit candles and white frosting.
"Thanks, Dad!" I gasped. "It's great!"
Dad laughed, but turned a bit pale when he noticed I was wearing the pink heels Mom gave me. "You look very grown up," he remarked, and kissed me on the forehead. "Happy birthday, honey."
"Thanks," I said again, smiling. Just then, Mom entered and immediately rushed to hug me. "Happy birthday, D.J.!"
"Thanks," I said, for the third time that morning. It was starting to get a little old.
"Happy birthday, Deej!" Stephanie cried, coming downstairs with Mr. Bear in her arms.
"Thanks," I muttered. From now on, I've got to alternate between "thanks" and "thank you".
"So, dig in!" Dad said suddenly. "I call it 'Pancake a la Birthday. It's got three pancakes stacked on top of each other, see, each smaller than the one beneath it. And I decorated the top by squeezing icing to make it look like D.J.'s face."
"Uh, okay," I said with a moment's hesitation. I looked down at the pancake, and its face looked back up at me. I made a quick wish—can't tell what it is!—and blew out the candles while everyone else clapped, then cut my first piece.
"Mmm!" I said, chewing my first bite. I took a gulp of milk. "Delicious!"
Just then, Michelle voice came from the baby monitor. She was crying loudly. Dad said, "I'll go take care of her", and left.
Mom took Stephanie's and my hand, and led us to the family room. It was decorated with streamers and loads of balloons with confetti stored in them, and—was it?—strings of popcorn?
I laughed out loud. "Mom, you put strings of popcorn around the room!"
Mom laughed with me. "I know it's not Christmas, but I figured you girls would eat if all of anyway." She laughed again, a twinkle in her eye.
I looked up at Mom just then, and she looked like a little girl in her cotton pajamas and sparkly eyes. I don't know why, but suddenly I felt like crying. I felt a familiar lump rise in my throat, and my eyes became a little watery. "Mom," I said, hugging her, "you're wonderful."
She hugged me back. "So are you."
Stephanie joined in. "So am I."
Pam's POV
As I saw my daughter wrap her arms around me affectionately, I felt a moment of surprise, then embraced her as well. D.J. is a wonderful daughter, and I'd hate to lose her.
After the hug ended, D.J. dug into her skirt pocket and pulled out a list. "This is a list of all the food I need," she explained. "I would go with you, but I've got to go get all the activities ready in my room." She handed me the small piece of yellow lined paper.
I took the list and smiled. "I'll go get changed, and then it's off to the grocery store!"
I ran into Danny in the hall. "I'm going to the grocery store," I informed him. "Could you please stay home and watch Michelle?"
"Sure, Pam," Danny replied. He kissed me, and we went our separate directions.
I came back downstairs washed and combed twenty minutes later. D.J. was sitting at the coffee table, making a list of activities. When she saw me enter, she said, "I'll see you out." She took my hand and we went down to the garage, while I wondered why D.J. suddenly wanted to be with me.
I opened the garage door and climbed into Danny's car. I gunned the engine and geared into reverse. "Bye, honey," I said. "Love you."
"I love you too," D.J. said with a smile. "Bye."
Even as I rode onto the street, D.J. stood on the sidewalk, waving to me. I smiled, turning back to wave to her. When I turned back around, I saw a large van rushing toward me at an amazing speed. I panicked, screaming,and jerked my steering wheel to turn onto the grass, but it was too late. We collided, and everything went black.
Meanwhile, in D.J.'s POV
I led Mom outside and she climbed into Dad's car. "Bye, honey," she said to me warmly. "Love you."
I almost wanted to cry again. "I love you too," I said. "Bye."
Mom back out of the garage as I ran to the sidewalk and watched her drive off. I waved towards the car, and I could see Mom waving back. All of a sudden, I noticed a giant van coming towards her—on the same side of the street!
"Mom!" I shrieked in horror. "Mom, no!"
