"Well, for one, you'd have to know what college I actually went to in order to find me," Abigail laughed sweetly as she put her hands down, "But I'd gladly welcome you with open arms...yup, I'd hug you many times to make sure you're really here. That's nice that you still go see your parents, I haven't seen my dad as much as I'd like. I think the last time was around Christmas."<br/><br/>A smile that was genuine turned bittersweet as she remembered the last time she had seen her father.The two didn't get to speak or see each other often, and she really missed him. She was a daddy's girl, and everyone knew it. She never really knew her mother, and the man she called her father, adopted her when she was younger. He was the only daddy she knew, and she loved him just as much as if she was his own flesh and blood.