Cammie is Three:

"Damn hippies can't do anything right!" I slurred while I drank my twelfy bottle of beer.

Today is my daughter's third birthday, and Ican't be near her. Because if she remembers me she's in danger.

"SCREW DIS SHIT!" I yelled.

Everybody in the bar yelled their agreement.

"I'M A DELRESSED PIECE OF SHIT, BUT I DON'T GIVE A FUCK RIGHT NOW CAUSE I'M A DAMN HIPPIE!"

Everybody hooted. I didn't pay attetion. It was my daughter's birthday, and I couldn't be there. Somebosy else was being her father. I remember her little smile that was just like mine. Suddenly, Matt came in slung my arm over his shoulders.

"Come on, Hippie Man."

I passed out thinking about Cammie's smile that was just like mine.

Cammie is Four:

"I am the new principal, my name is Mr. Cameron."

I was wearing a brown wig and blue color contacts. I was in Cammie's Pre-K classroom. Cammie was going to school in a Pre K - Eighth grade school. Of course I would leave when Cammie left to go to Gallagher.

"Hello, Mr. Cameron." Cammie said as she walked up to me with her smile that mirrored mine, but Rachel's eyes and hair.

I bent down and smiled, the first real smile since I left her two years ago.

"Hi, Cammie."

Cammie is Five:

Cammie was currently walking down to my office, nervous as to why I called her down here on her borthday. And she will be inside in five...four...three..two...one...open sessame.

"Y-you called me Mr. Cameron?" she stuttered.

I smiled and gestured to the chair.

"It's your birthday, right Cammie?" I asked her.

I didn't need her to confirm, I'm her father, I knew.

"Yes, why Mr. Cameron?" she said uncertainly.

I grinned and took out a small Spy Kids, her favorite movie, ice cream cakeSeethe stared wide-eyed at it.

"Shh. Our little secret. I wish I could let the rule slip and for you to have a little party but, School board won't let me."

She nodded, the grinned.

"Thank you Mr. Cameron." she exclaimed an gave me a hug.

I smiled and hugged her back and we ate the cake in peace. When we were done, she was smiling and laughing.

"Thank you Mr. Cameron! Best birthday ever!" she exclaimed as she gave me another hug and ran out of my office.

I just smiled and took out the picture I have ome myself, Rachel, and Cammie wearing her "Daddy's Little Girl" shirt. I let tears roll down my cheeks.

"I'm sorry Baby Girl...I'm so sorry..."