I skip down the sidewalk with my fathers hand in mine, towards the ice cream shop, just like every Sunday. He calls it ‘ Sundae Sunday! ’ it’s the highlight of my week. And I think he enjoys it too. He says he enjoys anything with me. “Hello Adria, what can I get for you today?” I look up to see Barry, the ice cream guy, looking at me. He’s smiling the same smile as last Sunday. He’s a plump old man, grey hair, blue eyes. He’s nice though. “Strawberry with rainbow sprinkles!” I giggle. He asks me this every Sunday, I have the same answer every Sunday. “Cherrys on top?” “Cherrys in top!” “And what can I get for you ,Josh?” “Sherbet swirl, please.” He smiles. Dad gets something new every time, last week it was birthday cake! “You ready for Sundae Sunday?” “For sure.” “Y’know I think the best thing to have with ice cream is a Disney movie.” “Which one?” “Ooh that’s a tough one, but I think I’ll go with all of them!” “Really?” “For sure!” “Ok, I got a Strawberry sundae with rainbow sprinkles, and and a super special sherbet swirl! Talk about tongue twisters!” “Thank you, Barry!” “My pleasure, Adria!” My dad hands me my ice cream and we head back home. “I will get us some special snacks to go with the ice cream! You go set up the couch for our movie marathon!” “Okie dokie!” I run into the living room and get out every pillow and blanket we have. I set them up special. In the shape of a castle, walls of pillows and floors of blankets. “Daddy! Dad, the living rooms ready and so is Cinderella!” Nothing, nothing but silence. A wait a few more minutes, I hear screams, then a loud bang follows. I dash into the kitchen to find my father in the floor, his glasses broken next to him. “Daddy?” Then I see it. Blood flowing out of his chest. The sparkle in his eyes gone, so is he. I turn and see a man in a white suit and a sparkly gold cape. A super hero. A super hero holding a gun. “You…he’s dead now. Because of you.” Tears build up in my eyes, flowing down my face without my permission. “I, he has a kid?” “Had. He had a kid. And he was a good guy. We were about to watch Cinderella an eat ice cream.” I sniffle. “A good dad.” “But he was a villain. Villains are the bad guys, they, they don’t have families!” “Do you have kids sir?” “N-no I don’t.” “So who’s really the villain? You don’t have a family. He does. You orphaned a kid. He didn’t. So let me ask you this sir, who sounds more like a villain? Because of you a nine year old doesn’t have a father! I’m an orphan, and he’s gone! Forever, this isn’t a fairytale, he’s not coming back!” I ball up on the floor. “I used to like superhero’s.” I whisper. “Dad told me that I could be one, told me I’d be the best of the best. I don’t want to anymore. Not if this is what superhero’s do.”