Adoption and Convertibles

Somehow a little girl got left with my family, and we were trying to take care of her. She was four months old but looked like she was about four. Very smart, very obedient, great kid. I can't recall if her parents died or what the situation was. There were a bunch of people visiting at my grandma and papau's house (where we were dealing with it all).

At some point they were taking her somewhere for some reason and papau said he wanted to show me something outside. He took me out to the front yard and showed me a white convertible. I asked him why it was there, and he said he bought it. I was shocked, and he explained that it had something to do with the fact that he couldn't get a decent trade in value on the cars he was going to trade in, so he'd just decided to go for it and get something he wanted. So he took me for a drive in the convertible down really cool country roads.

That's where my memory tapers off, though I think there was more before I actually woke up.