Three-year-old Cora Hockley stood by her lofty, black-haired father, hugging his leg, as he began to argue with one of his younger workers. She stood there shyly, as his secretary cooed at her young, soft face, as her whimpering grew on and on by her father's loud voice. "Daddeee!" she cried, tugging at his pants.

"YOU DO THIS NOW OR I'LL--not now sweetie--HOLD YOU BY THE NECK AND FORCE YOU TO DO IT. IS THAT CLEAR?" her father shouted, as she started screaming and bawling, because she absolutely hated seeing her father yell in front of her.

"Daddeee!" she cried in the middle of the office, with her father holding her arms, trying to get her to settle down. "Daddeeeeee!"

"Oh honey, was I yelling to much?" Cal asked sympathetically, running his hands through Cora's long locks of red hair. Cora nodded in response, her face a bright color of rose, and her silver tears still descending from her eyes. He kissed her forehead softly and held her close. "Honey, I am terribly sorry, this'll never happen again while you're around. It's daddy's job to yell, sweetpea."

Cora nodded again, and kissed her daddy's cheek as she ran off to play in her father's office. It was in an old building, with temperatures varying throughout the seasons. Since it was the spring, it was quite mild inside of the place. Infact, she liked it quite a bit, for Spring was her favorite time of the year.

She did, infact, have her birthday much earlier on January 15th, but now on April 15th, she was very happy for some odd reason, whereas her dad was full of grief. He said it was the day when he lost his loved one, but she had no idea how. He said they were in some sort of ship accident. She couldn't tell which one it was, though, for she knew very little about ships. However, she did know about the Titanic, though, but she didn't remember what day it had happened.

"Daddy," she called, "I want to have cake!"

"Oh no, not the cake on my desk, that's our dessert," he said, full of worry. He did not want to have their cake already eaten, for Cora ate a lot for a three-year-old, and she did not even bother to use her fork in order to feed her father.

"Aww, alright," she pouted, yet obeying her father. She remembered that her father always had to get his way, or else he would start whining all over the place.

"Oh Cora, you're so obedient," he complimented, patting her back. "You're thankfully nothing like Rose in that way."

"I wish I was more like Rose," said Cora, with the look of a pout on her lips.

"Oh honey, you look more like her than you are like her," he said, not showing that he was somewhat appalled.

"Rose is pretty, then," she grinned, with her eyes blinking quickly.

"Yes, she is," he said, "she really is. Heck, you even look like her good-for-nothing boyfriend."

"Do I have his eyes?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, you do. It sometimes makes me think that they're your parents, but I doubt it. You are too good to be their child. Besides, would they have put such a darling girl up for adoption?"

"I was adopted?" she said, with her eyes widened.

"Well, it's kind of obvious, considering that you look nothing like me."

"Well, ok. Well, I think I look good."

"And I think you're beautiful, too."

"I'm glad you're my daddy."

"And I'm glad that I'm your daddy, too."

Cal kissed Cora on the forhead, and stood there for a while, holding his arm around her shoulders. "I love you, Cora," he said, and Cora said the same.