Nathaniel and Starla lived in a small town. Just on the outskirts so he had a bigger yard than most did. He was helping his little girl eat when he heard a car pull up into the gravel driveway.<span style="font-style: italic">That is odd...why would someone pull into my drive? Not anyone I know of knows me that well. Most would just leave their car on the edge of the streets.</span>He hears a knocking on the door and smiles. "Starla eat very slowly."<span style="font-weight: bold">Starla nodded. "Otay daddy."</span>He walked over to the front door and opened the front door. Leaving the screen door locked as he looked at her. "Can I help you?" The nineteen year old father asked.<span style="font-weight: bold"> Starla hopped down out of her chair and ran over. "Daddy who is the pwetty lady? Is she fwiend of yours daddy?"</span>He places a hand lovingly on his two year old daughters head. "No Starla. Daddy doesn't know who she is but I am willing to let her tell me." He says softly. Watching Starla eyeing the lady happily. He looked to the lady again. "What brings you to my door?"