It was just a normal day when Vanellope decided to go through Ralph's garbage. He always seemed to have some sort of box full of interesting do-hickey's and what-nots. She liked to find things like old forgoten pictures and suprise him with them. As she rooted through the boxes, Vanellope grinned. She couldn't wait to see what this box had in it. Suddenly, she came across a very peculiar picture. It was in a stick frame, and seemed to be plastered in tape. Still, she managed to remove the picture from the inside. Vannelope stared solemly at the photo. There, a man simmilar to Ralph stood. A little boy perched atop his shoulder. He seemed...fammiliar. Vanelope put the picture in her pocket and set out to find Ralph.

"Hey Ra-a-alph! I found this weird picture!"

No one replied.

"Ralph?"

Vannelope ran around his home, trying to find him. He was no where to be seen. She frowned, as he had been there just moments ago. She ran outside to find him standing near the edge of the forest.

"Hey! Stink-Brain! Who's this in this picture?"

Ralph blinked, snapping out of whatever trance he had been in. He looked down at Vanellope and cocked his head.

"What?"

"This picture I found. Who's in it?"

Vanellope took out the picture and handed it to him. Ralph looked at it for a while and smiled.

"That's me and my pop."

"Woah! You had a dad?!"

"Yep."

"Is that little boy you?"

Ralph thought for a moment, unsure of how to reply.

"Yeah."

"You look so weird!"

"Hey!"

The two laughed for a while, humor ignited by the remark.

"So, what was he like?"

Ralph's laughter quickly melted away. That was a question he even now was not prepared to answer. It had been a while since he had thought about him. Finnaly, deciding that it was best to feel sorry for himself, he looked back at Vanellope, who was eagerly awaiting an answer.

"Well, he was nice..."