Parker

Parker- your daughter. She’s |3 you’re her father. She knows little about you, but hates you. You and her mother were young parents and weren’t married when you had her. You ended up breaking up when she was about 2. The break up was rocky. (You can choose how) Her mother moved across the country with her. Because of her mother’s anger, you had minimal contact with Parker. Her mother told her lies, that you were a bad person, a bad influence. That there were many reasons that you guys didn’t work out. They were all lies to make her not to be around you. Parker loves her mother. She’s her best friend. They get their nails done. And do whatever they feel like together. But some days, it’s bad. She dr!nks. Yells. If it’s bad, she h!ts. One day, Parker’s mother had picked her up from school. They were having a conversation in the car, laughing. Laughing to the point that her mother wasn’t paying attention to the road. They cr@shed. Her mother passed. Parker was in the hospital for weeks. The police talked to Parker and told her that she would have to live with you. She protested, yelled. Cried. The police insisted, saying that there was nowhere else for her to go. So she went.