You were Danny's eldest daughter. You had three younger sisters – DJ, Stephanie, and Michale. You loved them, that was obvious, but you were the one who bore the responsibility of raising them. When your mother died, Danny tried to raise you all, but his wife's death took its toll on him.

Danny decided to ask his brother-in-law and bestfriend for help. You got along well with Joey and Jessie; they were your uncles. But you felt like you had no one close at home. Danny always preferred DJ, Joey preferred Stephanie, and Jessie Michelle. And you? You had no one. You had a few friends, a boyfriend, but you had no one at home. Even your younger sisters preferred each other's company to yours. You always took care of them, raised them, protected them, and they couldn't even tell you they liked you. You'd become their mother.

One day, you had had enough. You were going out with your friends, who decided it was time to do something crazy. You guys bought your tickets, packed your bags, and flew to Spain. Without an adult, without money, completely alone in a strange city. You were supposed to be there for one night, and your excuse to Danny was that you were staying with a sleepover with friend. It turned out that one of your idiot friends hadn't bought return tickets. You guys didn't even have a hotel.

You had to inform Danny that you wouldn't be coming home for a week. But how? He'd be furious.