Paris' POV

Today is August 25, 2012. That means our dad's birthday is in four more days. I'm happy that it's his birthday, I'm just not happy with the new tradition. For now on when it's his birthday, we go to his gravesite where everyone in the family gets a chance to talk to him. I really want to, but I'm just afraid I will breakdown and cry again like at his funeral.

------Flashback------

"Paris, it's your turn to speak." said my grandmother while handing me the microphone.

"I just wanted to say that ever since I was born, Daddy has been the best dad ever."

I couldn't even finish before I started crying, so I gave my grandma the mic and gave my Aunt Janet a hug until it was over.

I was not looking forward to reliving that, not again, but I'll try to get through it if that does happen.