Chapter 9

"Hey princess," my father smiled down at five year old me, "want more ice cream?"

I nodded my head quickly and clapped my hands together in anticipation. There was no way that I was going to pass up an opportunity for ice cream.

I loved this. Being daddy's girl, I could live like this forever.

My father carefully placed the cone of the chocolate ice-cream in my hands and I quickly bit into it and regretted it immediately.

"Daddy," I cried, "I can't feel my teeth. My head hurts."

My father laughed carefully taking the ice-cream from my hands, "that's called a brain freeze, honey. You're going too fast."

He handed me back the ice-cream and I took a little lick out of it as my daddy nodded in encouragement. I smiled up at him.

The image of my father's face morphed and I found myself at the front door of my house.

I was standing there, boxes at my feet while my mother screamed at me. My father stood in a corner, not looking at me.