Disclaimer: I do not own The Incredibles. Just this story.

Anyways, this is the final conclusion to this story. I hope you enjoy it.

Several days have passed and I was able to return home from the hospital. Luckily, there wasn't any permanent brain damage, though I do have to work hard on speeding up my reflexes if I'm to go back to fighting crime. Dash was able to forgive me for yelling at him when I ran away. He even admitted that he was being a jerk as well, but I would be excited too if I had won a race. Though there one person I hope would forgive me: my Dad.

My mom told me that dad was waiting for me in this old study and that she would keep a close eye on him incase if anything happens. I was able to gather up some of my courage and entered into the room. Dad was sitting there in his desk sulking in his own grief. I walked up slowly to him and spoke.

"Hi dad."

"Hey…"

I hated seeing a grown man look so sad; especially my own father. So I walked over to him and gave him a hug.

"I love you, Daddy. I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier."

"No Vi. I'm the one who should be sorry. I should have told you about my condition a long time ago. I let my pride get in the way of what was more important to me: My own daughter." He said, stroking my black hair.

So from then on, my dad and I have bonded with each other quite well. It wasn't long until I was able to fight crime again along side my family. Dad got switched to a stronger medication and he never seemed happier. Eli seemed to be doing much better as well. He seemed to have become more confident and forging about himself and… lets just say the two of us have been spending quite some time together.

So maybe we're not perfect, but then again, who is? As long as you have family and friends there for you, you're never alone and you'll never feel as if you're invisible to the entire world. I certainly don't.

THE END.