Author's Note: I always find stories about a father and his daughter so heart warming.

First off, I love this song, and this story. I hope you like it too.

So, enjoy! ^.^

I watch her everyday. She's has the most gorgeous black hair flowing down her back. The most precise eyes that glow at the sight of something she truly likes. She is one of the smartest girls you would ever meet. And she loved to pretend she was on top of the world. She would be in her own little land, playing and dreaming on. She had her own channel and was always the anchor woman. She was a cowgirl and rode the back of the bulls better than all the boys.

This girl was going to shoot for the stars. She was the astronaut that could do that. She was the person who'd be standing in the parking lot, being the valet. She was a hard worker. The farmer who got all our crops shipped out to the markets so we could have food.

Her little world was full of joy and hard working people.

She was a champion at everything she did. A gold medal would be placed around her neck in honor of being the best at everything.

Watching her now in the living room just put a smile on my face.

A little girl in a pink tutu, twirling around with a magical wand just made butterflies soar through my stomach. She was definitely the one in front. The star of her own show.

She hosts the TV show, she rides the rodeo
She plays the bass in a band
She's an astronaut
A valet at the parking lot
A farmer working the land
She is a champion, she gets the gold
She's a ballerina, the star of the show

The way she danced around was just precious.

The way she was everything you could think of was just a magical moment.

I knew she wasn't only a pretty face that you would see in a fashion magazine. She could do everything. She was a "Times" journalist. She was the one who could boss a bunch a boys around at a football game. She was the type of girl who was into romance so she wrote books off her imagination about it. As I leaned up against the door frame, sulking in the moment were she played, I saw a little table.

Three dolls sat around it, smiles upon their faces watching their mother be their performer.

I saw her stop dancing and throw down her plastic wand, grabbing her brother's soldier helmet and placing it upon her ebony locks. She started marching around the room, being a soldier in battle. I chuckled to myself at her attempt to shoot the enemy; a red and black Rainbow Monkey that looked evil. She pointed her hands-that were shaped like guns-at it and made a bang with her mouth. She started "shooting" at the stuffed toy.

After all the stunts, she calmed down and looked at a few of her toys on the ground.

A smile formed upon her delicate features, reminding me of my wife.

She was so much like her. She was a believer and dreamed big just like her mother.

I thought about her growing up and getting married. The thought haunted me. She would never be ready to wed. She would always be too young, but she would make a fabulous wife if she ever did, and the thought warmed my heart. I saw her bent down to look at the Rainbow Monkey she had been pretending to shoot at. She now had a nurse hat on. A plastic first aid kit laid beside her as she bandaged up the "injured" Rainbow Monkey.

That was the little girl I knew and loved.

One who could save your life right after she tried to kill you.

She was the one who had a temper and hated you, but always came out loving you in the end.

She's not just a pretty face
She's got everything it takes
She has a fashion line
A journalist for "Time"
Coaches a football team
She's a geologist, a romance novelist
She is a mother of three
She is a soldier, she is a wife
She is a surgeon, she'll save your life

Her brilliant eyes drifted over to me after a while.

She smiled and walked over to me.

I picked her up and carried her to the kitchen, where I made her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Strawberry jelly only and creamy peanut butter. She could be so picky, but she was a pretty girl. I always have to remind myself that her looks weren't the only thing that made her unique.

She could do anything and like I said, do everything it took to do it.

One day I wouldn't doubt she's be ruler of the world.

Be mother of the human race and be the one who made the world great.

She wasn't just a pretty face.

She's not just a pretty face
She's got everything it takes
She's mother of the human race
She's not just a pretty face

As I took a seat at the counter she put her dish away and walked over to the refrigerator.

Her tiny hand grasped the handle and tugged hard. She grinned at her success and pulled out the jug of milk and placed it on the counter. After that she ran over to the pantry and opened the door quickly, taking out a box of animal crackers.

She pushed her chair over to the other counter, opening one of the cabinets and taking out a glass.

As she returned the chair and milk, she quickly and carefully poured a glass of it.

I looked at her confusingly, but smiled at her when she handed the glass of milk to me and the box of animal crackers. I thanked her and added yet another thing she could be. A waitress. She always did things for others and everyday would help out no matter what. She was the one to call when you needed judgment and was always nice about it.

She was the one to teach you more to life than just living it.

She was the one who could out top every woman in the world, because she was every woman in the world.

She is your waitress, she is your judge
She is your teacher
She's every woman in the world

I drank my beverage and ate my snack as quickly as possible.

The little oriental girl smiled broadly at me and then spread out her wings and flew out back to the living room. I grinned at the back of her and thought of several other things she could be. Everything I listed she would be good at. Everything I said she would be good at. Everything she was she would always good at.

She could be a pilot or be the driver of a subway train.

She could be the person who pumps my gas at the gas station.

She could help at a school being the councilor.

She could be on the board, helping to decide the tough decisions that made everything better.

She could be into politics and make our government better.

As far as I know she could be good at anything. She was a girl who praised the Lord and that's why she was such a wonderful kid. Her heart was always full of hope, dreams, believing, care and love. Nothing could ever take that away from her.

She flies an airplane
She drives a subway train
At night she pumps gasoline
She's on the council, she's on the board
She's a politician, she praises the Lord

"She's not just a pretty face. She's got everything it takes to make it big or start out small. She will be the mother of us all and that would turn out to be my dream come true."

Nothing could ever change my thoughts on her.

She was my daughter, my oldest child, my little girl.

"Daddy?"

I looked down as she broke my thoughts. "Yes?"

"Am I pretty?"

I smiled and picked her up again, kissing her cheek lightly. I looked deep into her dark violet eyes of pure joy. Love filled her every fiber, as well as my heart. She was the one who could make my whole entire messed up life feel right for just a second of the day. Nothing could change that.

"Oh, you're not just a pretty face, Yuki. You're so much more."

She's not just a pretty face
She's got everything it takes
She's mother of the human race
She's not…
No, she's (she's) not (not)
Just a pretty face
She's (she's) got (got) everything it takes
She's not just a pretty face
She's got everything it takes
She's not just a pretty face

Author's Note: Again hope you liked it. I hope to do a few more to this if you want with all the KND guys and their kids. So anyway…

Review please! ! ! ! !

And if you want to know the song, here it is: "Not Just a Pretty Face" by Shania Twain.