Fantasy's Of a teenage girl(3)

"Dad," I started.
My dad looked at me, he was the only parent I had.
Jon Gonzales wife, and my mom, died when I was still in a cradle.
With no memory left of her, but a picture of her on the wall.
And the scar on my daddy's heart..
"Is it possible for me to win something in my life? something good?" I asked.
He thought for a few moments.
"Well, It depends what it is.. Considering you won a best friend, and-"
I cut him off.
"No dad, something real, an object, like a trophy, a tiara." I told him.
His face looked grim, and upset.
Some days he was like this.
I sighed.
"I wanna be pumpkin show queen." I explained.
He pushed down on the break, just a the light turned red, and we jerked forward.
I saw that look, the look saying I was crazy.
That picture of my mom on the wall, was when she was sixteen, and a pumpkin show queen.
"I-I dont want to put you trough all that stress." He admitted.
"Dad, just cause mom did it, doesnt mean I cant. Your holding onto me like I'm still a baby, news flash, I'm seventeen. Let me grow up!" I yelled.
The look of pain on his face was worse then anything I've ever seen.
I swallowed trying to get the lump that had form in my throat away.
What was I saying? Was I crazy?
"There are reasons," he started, his voice shakey.
I saw his eyes, they looked just like mine.
But every other thing about me, was my mom.
All of the more reasons I hate myself.
"Why, I dont let you do things that your mother did, just trust me."
I groaned.
Mom is dead, I thought.
Just let me go, your worries will be fine.
But there was something I didnt know, exactly, how did I loose my mother?