Author's Note: Well I thought about it and I decided to do a sequel! I know the title is really bad so I'm open to changing it if anyone has suggestions. Thanks so much to all those who reviewed my story: My Worst Fear. You don't have to read My Worst Fear to understand this story but it might help, and it's only a one-shot so it shouldn't take you too long. This story will be told from the point of view of Sam and Danny's daughter Lydia.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom . The only character that's mine is Lydia. Enjoy!

Mommy won't talk about him. Today was my sixth birthday and my wish was for Daddy to come and see me. But he didn't come. He never comes.

I remember when I started kindergarten all the other kids were talking about their Mommies and Daddies. One boy asked me what mine did for their jobs. I told him my Mommy ran her own book store. Then he asked me what my Daddy did. I told him I didn't have a Daddy. He laughed at me and said everyone has a Daddy.

When Mommy picked me up I asked her where my Daddy was. She got real quiet and didn't say anything . She looked really sad. Then she told me he went away somewhere because he had to do something very important. I asked her where he went. She said she didn't know. When would he be back? She didn't know.

Today was ok. We had cake and ice cream and some of the kids from school came to my party. So did Grandma and Grandpa Manson. I went into the living room during the party and I heard Mommy fighting with Grandma and Grandpa.

"Why won't you let us help you Samantha?" Grandma asked.

"I don't need help Mom! I can take care of things on my own." Mommy sounded upset.

"Sweetie it's been over six years. You live in this tiny apartment above your shop. He's not coming back. Why don't you and Lydia move in with us? We've got plenty of room." said Grandpa.

"Dad I can take care of my daughter myself. Please can we just drop this?" Mommy pleaded.

"At least let us give you some money then. You can buy a bigger place." Grandma suggested.

"No! I don't want your help. I don't need any charity. We're doing fine on our own!" I heard Mommy open the back door, "Maybe you should go."

Grandpa sighed, "Alright. Just remember Sammy, if you ever need our help…"

Mommy closed the door. I heard her walk into her bedroom and then I heard crying. I walked really quietly and peeked around the door. Mommy was sitting on her bed with her face in her hands. Finally she took a deep breath and fished something out of the drawer in her nightstand. I walked into the room and Mommy looked up at me. I went over to see what she was holding. She let me look and for the first time I saw my Daddy. It was a picture of my Mommy and Daddy hugging each other and looking really happy. He was a little taller than Mommy and he was wearing a white t-shirt. He had black hair just like me and Mommy, and blue eyes. I looked up at Mommy. Her face was all red from crying. She had violet eyes and I wondered why I didn't have voilet eyes when everyone said I looked just like her. Now I knew. I had my Daddy's eyes. My Daddy's blue eyes.

Mommy wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and pulled me onto her lap. She sat there for a few minutes rocking me and stroking my chin length black hair. Finally she set me down on the floor and gave me a weak smile.

"Come on Lyddie. Let's go back to the party. All you friends are waiting for you." she said.

"'Kay Mommy." I said.

I ran back into the other room where all my friend were watching something on TV.

That night after Mommy tucked me into bed and kissed me good night I wondered where my Daddy was. Mommy said he was doing something important but what was so important he couldn't come see me? Especially on my birthday. And how come Mommy was crying when she looked at his picture? Maybe that's why there are no pictures of Daddy around the house. 'Cause they make her cry. But why would Daddy make Mommy cry? Did he do something to hurt her? Maybe if he said he was sorry Mommy wouldn't cry anymore. That's it! I just have to get Daddy to say sorry! I'll find Daddy and get him to say sorry and then Mommy won't cry anymore! Smiling, I went to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning I rubbed my eyes and looked at my clock. It was eight... No, nine... something. I'm not so good with time yet but Mommy's teaching me. I do know that nine is late though. Mommy usually wakes me up before this for school. Then I remembered today is Sunday so no school! I decided I'm going to look for Daddy today. I get out of bed and see Mommy in the kitchen. She turns around and smiles.

"Good morning Lyddie. How's it feel to be a big six year old?" she asked.

"Good!" I answered happily.

I sat down at the table and asked Mommy, "Mommy, can I go look for Daddy?"

Mommy almost dropped the orange juice, "Why would you want to do that?"

"'Cause I wanna find him and make him say sorry." I answered

"'Sorry'?" Mommy looked at me funny.

"Yeah 'cause yesterday you were crying at the picture and I wanted to find Daddy so he could say sorry. Then you won't have to cry anymore."

Mommy came over and hugged me, "I know you wanna help. But it's not that easy. I don't know where Daddy is and you're not going to be able to find him. Even if you could, him saying sorry wouldn't be able to fix everything."

"But at school when someone makes someone cry they say sorry and then everything's ok." I explained.

Mommy looked me in the eye and she looked like she was gonna cry again, "Adult problems are a little harder to solve than kid problems."

"Oh." I said.

I don't really understand what she means but I guess getting Daddy to say sorry won't help. I wanna help Mommy and I wanna see my Daddy but I don't know how. Maybe Daddy could help Mommy. But Mommy said I wouldn't be able to find him. If I can't find Daddy how am I supposed to get Mommy to stop crying? Why did Daddy leave? Why won't he come back?