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Warning: the next part involves violence and trauma it might trigger some people read at your own risk.

What she was wearing👆🏾

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What she was wearing👆🏾

I imagined Nathan Mitchell as her dad during this part

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I imagined Nathan Mitchell as her dad during this part.

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My mum and I are at an amusement park.

"hey pumpkin!" I turn around quickly following the voice, he's here

"dad!" I scream letting go of mums hand and running into his arms "I missed you soo much. When did you come back? " I say while giving him a bear hug.

My father was a major in the US Army so he was never around much but he always made the most out of the times he was free he was the best dad and always did everything in his power for my mum and I's happiness"

"I know sweetheart, I miss you too. Hey, you wanna get on one of the rides or you wanna stand here hugging me" he says as he chuckles

"ferris wheel, ferris wheel, ferris wheel! Oh and can we get cotton candy too" I chant loudly

"Now Nava you've already had too much junk food you have to leave some room for dinner" my mom says behind us... I frown at her.

"Allright alright let's go" he agrees chuckling

My mum remained at one of the stands talking to a friend she bumped into cause she hated most of the rides here.

We get on the ferris wheel it goes round 3 times then we get off. "daddy I want some cotton candy, can we get some" I ask pulling his hand

"Nava you know your mother said no" he says with a raised eyebrow

"pleeaassee" I beg with a pouty face

"oh how can I say no to my princess" he says smiling patting my head. "let's go quickly before your mum finds us" he picks me up and places me on his shoulders and we head over to the stand.

When we get there he asks for a small one. He pays for it then squats down to my height and gives it to me laughing at the happy dance I do while taking some.

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