She was very eager to eat her last meal was thirty hours ago she began to whine "papa can I just feed my self I'm really hungry"she asked wanting to chow down .

"No no baby" he said as he spoon fed her her dinner, "You can't feed yourself just yet, but I will hurry up because you seem hungry." he said with a smile.

"Okay papa"she said with a smile and nod as she wiped a bit of oatmeal off her cheek.

"There's a good girl" he said as he continued to spoon feed her. After a few minutes she was finished. "Well you sure were hungry" he said wiping her mouth.

after swallowing her last bite she closed her eyes and sheeplishly spoke "Yeah it was pretty good"she yawned as she stretched out her arms wanting to be carried away.

Mike saw her stretching and smiled. "Well let's go have some relaxation time." He said scooping her up out of the high chair.

Liz snuggled into mike's embrace cooing as her eyes grew heavy and her breathing became deep. She then let out a small yawn as she softly said "can you tell me a story Papa."

"Of course" he said softly as he carried her over to the sofa and sat down, "what would you like to hear?" he said brushing the strands of hair from her eyes.

"I don't know any I've spent most of my life on the street the only story's I've heard were the lies I told everyone "she said with a solemn tone and a soulless glare.

"Well that is so sad" he said ruffling her hair with his hand, "well i think i have just the story for you" he said setting her on her padded bottom before turning to leave the room "stay put baby" he said before heading to his room.