Fifteen years ago Ghost found his way to New Orleans on one of his leaves. Since he didn’t have much family he thought it would be nice to go on a vacay while there he meant your mother, a beautiful African American woman

Now Ghost is still married to your mother and your his little princess. One day he came home with the guys and once he opened the door he heard “Daddy!” There you were his little princess He saw you run to him smiling and he chuckled and picked you up into a hug