**Somedays I look at you with eyes that shine,

Somedays I don't believe that you were mine.

We don't need anybody else to tell us what's real

Inside each one of us is love

And we know how it feels! **

( Paul McCartney, Somedays )

Her name was Yolanda, Yolanda Fairchild. I remember she told me her birthday was on 7/12. She was born in 1968 and I told her it was a nice year to be born, it was the year of the White Album. And she laughed...
She told me that her father knew it better than she did, after all he was inside the studio of Abbey Road in those days. I asked if her father worked at Abbey Road, and she told me: "my father was playing in that album, my friend." I asked in which track. She laughed softly, and told me that if I knew about her story, I would never believe. But she told me.

Her story pleased my ears - she never met her "real" father. He was one affair of her mother, Ophelia, and he never knew that she existed. She didn't care about that fact - and called "father" the man that Ophelia married after her birth. All she knew was that her father was called...James Paul.

I don't think she expected to meet her father...the way she met him. I don't think that he would ever think that Yolanda was his daughter - and that she didn't want nothing from him! Nothing of money, recognision. Nothing. That surprised me. Yolanda told me she didn't need nothing of it.

I liked her. I am sure you will as well. After all, not all people in the world are...goldiggers!

Dedicated to my crazy, hard-headed squad:

Bruno, my step-bro, for all the support and patience.

Anna of the field, my cousin, for all the tips (here I am, Anninha!)

Dad, for all.

Zé, my best buddy (Zé, Mulder and Scully are going to stay together one day, don't lose the hope.)

Cristina, my wife (love u forever and forever, love you with all my
heart )

And to my publishers: Rea, who first published this story, and the girls of Fab-Fic.