You were your father’s child.

You were always around him, and helped him with the raptors.

You, however, were a dinosaur nerd.

You wanted to be a paleontologist, you studied dinosaurs, you even mastered drawing them.

Every single day, Owen would watch as you sketched in your notebook the raptors he worked with, and he would sometimes bring you around the park to try new ones. You would watch the speeches from paleontologists about breakthroughs, and would even find old photographs taken of Jurassic park.

One day, you were sitting beside Blue, who had gained a liking to you and was sleeping beside you, her tail wrapped around you. You sketched her silently, while Owen was talking to a feeder.

He looked over at you, his eyes widening at the unusual sight.

He approached you, confused that Blue was acting so calm.

“ Hey, kiddo. “

He ruffled your hair, and your mother, Claire Dearing (now Claire Grant), was talking to a staff member about security measures.