Little Miss Parker

Silva Garden Cemetery
Falls Church, Virginia

Miss Parker's POV

I'm standing in a place I never thought I'd be standing. My daughter's grave:

Dorothy Sasha Sato-Parker
September 11,1999- August 24, 2002
A Pure and Beautiful Soul Set Free

My daughter's grave. My child, my blood and I never even knew her, held her, got to love her. I've never even seen her, but I love her already. I'll never see her, ever. I want so badly to blame Jarod for being too late, but for as little I know to how much he probably is keeping from me he could have lost a child as well. The Centre. Sadly, a place I call home or the closest thing I'd had to home since my mother's death. Dorothy. God's gift. She surely was. Too bad she hadn't been treated like a gift. I get down on my knees with little difficulty.

"Hi, Dorothy. You probably don't know this, but I'm your mama. I'm Miss Parker. At least that's what everyone else calls me. If you were here I'd tell you to call me mom or mama, if you wanted to. Oh, sweetheart, you have to know that if I knew they'd have done this to you I would have gotten you out before they ever got their disgusting hands on you. I wonder what you look like. Do you look like me and my mama or do you look like your sister and her father, or both." I sigh softly. "My girl, Dorothy Sasha Sato-Parker. They won't get away with this, baby. I'll make sure they don't. Love you." I kiss my fingers before touching them to the surprisingly warm granite. "Bye-bye, love." I got up and walked back to the limo where Sydney was waiting a respectful distance away.

"You all right, Parker?" I almost made one of my normal inane comments, but decided against it this time.

" Not yet, Syd, but I will be when they pay for taking my daughter's life. But for now at least I know the truth, for a change." He nodded and climbed into the car behind me.

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