"When You Want Her Back..."


Chapter two.


The next morning, April demanded her sister start at the begining. She knew nothing of her daugter or her apparently dead husband. It all was a surprise to her. Lena as a child always said she would never settle or have children. Her sister was quite the bachelorette. Now, she had a daughter and had been married. "So start with your husband, I want to know about him."


Lena nodded her head and took a sip of her coffee. "Luther. That was his name, he was a captain in the Marines. He used to go away a lot, but we were in love. So, we got married to keep together even when he was away. You know me, April, I wouldn't get married. So anyway, we met at a bar. He had just got back and I was bummed. He cheered me up when I needed it. He was my strength, April, and he died. Out on the boat, it sank because apparently it hit a major rock. Man, I loved him. Hana was two at the time."

April sat and listened to her sister ramble, and tell her story jumping from one thing to the next. As if the story, like her life, had no order.

"Three Years with Luther, best years of my life."

"So tell me, Lena, what happened after he died?" April watched her sister gaze out into a world April would never understand or be welcomed into. Lena's thoughts. She did everything different in all the wrong ways. Her sister always chose the hard way as opposed to the fast, smart way of getting things done.

"I fell apart, seven months after he died was all drinking, smoking, and all nothingness.Two months ago, I over did it. A neighbor found Hana crying next to me, I was passed out. So, they took her and put me in rehab. I have been doing good on the drinking and smoking, so I think they will give Hana back. Dont you?"


April sighed,"Lena there is a lot to this. They will use your actions against you, and court will be necessary.It will be hard and who knows, Lena, she could have another family already."

"I want MY daughter"

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"Hana! Come down for breakfast!" Bret yelled up the steps. He stood and waited until the little girl appeared with her doll in her hand and the stairwell banister in the other. Her golden hair was disheveled and her pajamas wrinkled. She had slept in her bed for the first time and every twenty minutes it seemed she showed up in Bret's room. Each time Brett put her back in her bed, kissed her good night, and promised her everything would be fine. Yet she still came back, until finally Brett just let the child sleep with him. It wasn't until then she seemed at ease and actually enjoying her sleep.


Finally, the girl reached the bottom of the stairs and Bret welcomed her with a hug. He held her hand and walked her to the kitchen. Rosa standing in front of a pot on the stove turned around and said, "Morning! Hiya, Hana, how was your night?"

Hana stared at Rosa and finally answered, "Ok.."

Rosa shared a worried glance with Bret. Bret nodded his head to assure Rosa to continue and talk to the girl more. Rosa was very important to Bret and the girl would be seeing alot of her. Bret and Rosa were raised together, and when Rosa was kicked out of her home because her gambling boyfriend had not payed the bills. She came to Bret. He offered her his home, but she refused to live there without giving something in return. Rosa his bestfriend, his maid.

"Ready for some blueberry pancakes, Hana?"

Hana glanced up and smiled, it seemed Rosa hit her happy button. "PANCAKES! Yay!" Hana began to dance with her doll and they all laughed. Soon enough, Bret joined the dancing and Rosa did too. Dancing together they sang

"Paaaaaaaaaaancakes paaaaaaaaancakes! yay!"


Finally, Bret sat down and said, "Ok ok you two come on. All this dancing made me extra hungry. Sit, lets eat"

Hana and Rosa stopped dancing, and Hana took a seet at the table.While Rosa worked on the pancakes, Hana played with her dolls hair. She curled it, and looked at it with fascination. Bret began to read his newspaper, when Hana tapped on his hand.


"Mr.Bret person, Gina told me you're my father, but then what do I call you?Don't babies call their daddies Daddy?"

The young ones question surprised Bret. He didn't think that she would ask such a question or even have the mind to come up with it. Obviously, little Hana was smarter than Bret had thought. "Yes, Hana, I am your father. Babies do call there fathers Daddy, but for now its up to you. You call me what you want."

"Oh, I wanna' call you Daddy. I never called Luther daddy..he not with us." The girl just shrugged and played with her doll's hair some more.

Bret stood there surprised as to how this child spoke and thought. She was so young and knew so much. Deciding to set a happy scene he said, "Oh, blueberry pancakes! Lets eat!"