"There's nothing you could have done about it. Like I said, you're here, and that's all that matters right now. It's Christmas, dad. I know that it doesn't really feel much like Christmas. That vibe that was there when I was small seems to have gotten lost somewhere through my aging process… but like I said, I'm happy, because you're here dad. I love you!" Vicky said.
"I love you too, my little princess," Connor replied. He ruffled her hair, and put their things in the car.
"You like messing my hair up, don't you?" Vicky said, looking at the side mirror, making her hair.
"You worry too much," Connor replied.
Vicky stopped making her hair, and turned to Connor.
"Says the guy who can't go anywhere in sweatpants!" Vicky blurted, glaring at him. Connor smiled and put his sunglasses on.
"I look good, no matter what I wear," Connor replied.
Vicky sighed. She looked at the ground and back at Connor. She then smiled.
