I'm 5'10, and 16. I have long red hair like my daddy, not totally a bean pole, I have many more curves, I also have the cutest nose in this world, and...very nice rack, or so my brother has told me. "You okay Kat?" My daddy asked me, still stroking my hair."I'm fine daddy, just couldn't sleep well... my dreams kept waking me up." I said softly, shivering again as his body rubbed against my thin night shirt and I felt my nipples go hard. 'I hope he doesn't notice.' I think to my self."Well baby,. No matter how often she's given in tohim before, she will not give in again.Two days later Mummy and me have moved out of our house into a tiny flatin the city. Mummy has to work in a supermarket and I hardly get to seeher. When I'm not at nursery I stay with an old lady down the corridor.She's quite nice and gives me sweeties, but her flat smells funny and Ifeel lonely. I go to a different nursery now and because I'm new nobody'ssurprised that I'm a bit quiet and shy. I think they must know. It was an easy decision for us to sell the home. We quickly found a buyer and the house was sold. Everything went smoothly. It became a sad feeling whenever I was in the home where we grew up, watching the movers pack old pieces of furniture to take away. I called my sister to tell her that she should visit the house one last time. She was reluctant at first because of how busy she was with her career. But I eventually convinced her that it was the right thing to do.In the end, we both got more. Her reputation was growing as being an excellent doctor and anyone she sent to Edmonton's Hospitals was given excellent treatment. Her diagnosis was correct. Ed had an aggressive form if advanced Hodgkins. After crying the night away, she awoke with little sleep and prepared to bring him home to die.'I have to be strong for him, ' she told herself, driving their 4runner to the hospital. The other doctors gave him three month to live, perhaps four. Her eyes were full of tears when she parked her.