• She stood in the busy pre-school her wide hazel eyes taking in her surroundings over whelming and tie dye in color. She held close to her little chest, crumpled up in her clenched tiny hand a small version of the American Flag, dirty from the wear and tear of little girls. Some kids had baby dolls, some had race cars and blankets but the thing she could not close her sleepy little eyes and her heart would not be at rest without was her little flag.No one really understood, no one could understand, why that flag? That piece of material and no other was so special, so important. For years kids have had dolls and blankets and people have just excepted their importance to small children but what could a flag mean to a four year old. To adults it could have patriotic value but what did a four year old know of such things. Of course no one ever bothered to ask her, no one gave her a chance to explain to them she was just strange and weird, abnormal and silly. To her there was nothing silly about it, nothing strange. To her the flag was her everything, it was a small piece of her daddy. Her daddy had been gone for as long as she could remember. Her mommy had memories, pictures and gifts from him but before he left he gave her the small flag and asked her to hold onto it for him till he got back. He explained that it was why he was leaving, he explained that it was what he was fighting for and as long as she had it he would be fighting to come home to her. That memory and the little flag was all she had of her daddy and she never intend to let go of him hoping, wishing one day he would come back to her and mommy. So little kids have teddy bear, blankets and dolls but no one knew that to this small little girl the small flag was more then just a cherished object it was her everything, it was her daddy.