The Skies Have Washed Ashore
Phone Call
I woke up laying flat on Jacoby’s chest with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I tapped him on the chest a few times and when he didn’t even stir, I slapped him in the face. He threw me off of him and I rolled on the floor, groaning.
“That slap was really unnecessary. I was awake, y’know,” he stated, sitting up and helping me.
“Well, how was I supposed to know? You weren’t showing any signs of life, ass.”
“I’m sowwy, Alli Cat, forgive me?” I rolled my eyes and nodded at him.
“Yeah, I forgive you. Anyway, I’m going to talk about this situation with my dad. I’ll be back in a little while. Are you and the boys doing anything today?” “We have an interview down at the local radio station.”
“Oh, alright then, tell them I said hello.” I walked out of my house and began the short walk to my parent’s house.
Knocking on the door, I took a glance around the place where I was raised.
My entire life was a complete lie...
My dad answered the door and ushered me inside. My mom was at work, so she got off easy. We both sat on the couch and I turned to him.
“Dad, I want to know everything that you can tell me.”
“Well, it’s not really much, baby girl. As you know, your mother can’t have children, so our only option back then was adoption. We just so happen to be on vacation in Huntington and went to the local adoption agency there. The director showed us all of the infants and I was instantly drawn to you. It was a long process, but we finally got custody of you. The only information that the director could give us was that your birth mother didn’t want twins, so she brought you there without your father’s consent and she gave us your birth certificate with contact information. Your mother and I decided that we would call Mr. Haner and arrange for you to meet him, your brother and their family in a few days.”
“But what I want to know is why now, after all of these years?”
“It just felt like it was time, Alli. I really didn’t want you going through the rest of your life without knowing where you actually came from.”
“Well, can you give me the information so I can speak with my…father?”
“Sure, hold on.” He walked upstairs and came back with a manila folder.
“Here you go; it has your birth certificate and your father’s contact information.” I opened the folder and looked at my birth certificate:
Full name: Alliyah Danielle Haner
Date of Birth: July 7, 1981
Blood Type: A
Mother: Cynthia Haner
Father: Brian Haner
Social Security #: 68-194-275
Multiple Births: Twin
Birth Place: Huntington Beach, CA
Time of Birth: 7:46 A.M.
Hospital: Thomas Hall
I closed the folder and looked at my dad with a small smile. “I want to thank you for telling me, dad. It really means a lot.”
“Your welcome, baby girl. I’m just sorry that it took us this long to let you know. “It’s fine, dad, really. I’m going to chill here for a minute and call…Mr. Haner.”
“Don’t you have to go to work?” “Dad, I own the shop, I’m fine.”
He chuckled and left the room to give me some privacy. I took my phone out of my pocket and took a deep breath before dialing the number on the contact list.
“We’re sorry, the number you have dialed is either disconnected or busy. Please check the number and try again.” I hung up and took another look at the number. I smacked my forehead, realizing that I’d gotten one of the numbers wrong.
Redialing the new number, I waited patiently for someone to answer.
“Hello?” It was a woman, which surprised me before I remembered that he remarried. “Uh, hi, I’m look for Brian Haner Sr.”
“Oh, and may I ask who’s calling?” she asked curiously.
“It’s…his daughter, Alliyah Lewis.” “Alliyah?! Oh, hello darling! Hold on, I’ll go get him.” The line went quiet as she went to fetch my birth father.
“Hello?” A husky voice asked. “H-hello, is this Mr. Haner?”
“It sure is, and who is this?” “I’m your daughter sir, Alliyah.” It was quiet for a moment before he spoke again. “It feels so good to finally hear your voice.
"How are you doing?” He asked softly. “I’m dong pretty good, despite finding out all this news.” “Well, your brother didn’t take everything that well. He’s pretty upset about it all. Listen Alliyah, I don’t know if Evan told you or not, but I want you to come here to Huntington to meet everyone. I want to get to know, sweetie. When is a good time for you?”
“Let’s see, I have to go into work tomorrow, but I’m free after that, so Tuesday?” “That’s a good day, anytime is great and I assume you have my address. Is this your number?”
“Yes, it’s my cell number. Is there anything else that I should know before I come?”
“You have a younger half sister named McKenna, she’s twelve. Other than that, just come with an open mind and a positive attitude, maybe it’ll rub off on Brian.”
“Okay sir, it was nice talking to you.”
“The same to you, Alliyah. One more thing, don’t call me sir, it makes me feel old.”
I laughed and we exchanged good byes before hanging up. I smiled because it went really well, I could tell he would be a cool guy.
“Dad, I’m gong to Huntington in two days!” “That’s great honey!” He yelled back.
I walked into the kitchen to make myself breakfast and came back to the couch, propping my feet on the table and turning on the TV.
I had a feeling that everything would be alright.
Old pic of Alliyah and the boys of PR
Alliyah's House
Alliyah's Parent's House
“That slap was really unnecessary. I was awake, y’know,” he stated, sitting up and helping me.
“Well, how was I supposed to know? You weren’t showing any signs of life, ass.”
“I’m sowwy, Alli Cat, forgive me?” I rolled my eyes and nodded at him.
“Yeah, I forgive you. Anyway, I’m going to talk about this situation with my dad. I’ll be back in a little while. Are you and the boys doing anything today?” “We have an interview down at the local radio station.”
“Oh, alright then, tell them I said hello.” I walked out of my house and began the short walk to my parent’s house.
Knocking on the door, I took a glance around the place where I was raised.
My entire life was a complete lie...
My dad answered the door and ushered me inside. My mom was at work, so she got off easy. We both sat on the couch and I turned to him.
“Dad, I want to know everything that you can tell me.”
“Well, it’s not really much, baby girl. As you know, your mother can’t have children, so our only option back then was adoption. We just so happen to be on vacation in Huntington and went to the local adoption agency there. The director showed us all of the infants and I was instantly drawn to you. It was a long process, but we finally got custody of you. The only information that the director could give us was that your birth mother didn’t want twins, so she brought you there without your father’s consent and she gave us your birth certificate with contact information. Your mother and I decided that we would call Mr. Haner and arrange for you to meet him, your brother and their family in a few days.”
“But what I want to know is why now, after all of these years?”
“It just felt like it was time, Alli. I really didn’t want you going through the rest of your life without knowing where you actually came from.”
“Well, can you give me the information so I can speak with my…father?”
“Sure, hold on.” He walked upstairs and came back with a manila folder.
“Here you go; it has your birth certificate and your father’s contact information.” I opened the folder and looked at my birth certificate:
Full name: Alliyah Danielle Haner
Date of Birth: July 7, 1981
Blood Type: A
Mother: Cynthia Haner
Father: Brian Haner
Social Security #: 68-194-275
Multiple Births: Twin
Birth Place: Huntington Beach, CA
Time of Birth: 7:46 A.M.
Hospital: Thomas Hall
I closed the folder and looked at my dad with a small smile. “I want to thank you for telling me, dad. It really means a lot.”
“Your welcome, baby girl. I’m just sorry that it took us this long to let you know. “It’s fine, dad, really. I’m going to chill here for a minute and call…Mr. Haner.”
“Don’t you have to go to work?” “Dad, I own the shop, I’m fine.”
He chuckled and left the room to give me some privacy. I took my phone out of my pocket and took a deep breath before dialing the number on the contact list.
“We’re sorry, the number you have dialed is either disconnected or busy. Please check the number and try again.” I hung up and took another look at the number. I smacked my forehead, realizing that I’d gotten one of the numbers wrong.
Redialing the new number, I waited patiently for someone to answer.
“Hello?” It was a woman, which surprised me before I remembered that he remarried. “Uh, hi, I’m look for Brian Haner Sr.”
“Oh, and may I ask who’s calling?” she asked curiously.
“It’s…his daughter, Alliyah Lewis.” “Alliyah?! Oh, hello darling! Hold on, I’ll go get him.” The line went quiet as she went to fetch my birth father.
“Hello?” A husky voice asked. “H-hello, is this Mr. Haner?”
“It sure is, and who is this?” “I’m your daughter sir, Alliyah.” It was quiet for a moment before he spoke again. “It feels so good to finally hear your voice.
"How are you doing?” He asked softly. “I’m dong pretty good, despite finding out all this news.” “Well, your brother didn’t take everything that well. He’s pretty upset about it all. Listen Alliyah, I don’t know if Evan told you or not, but I want you to come here to Huntington to meet everyone. I want to get to know, sweetie. When is a good time for you?”
“Let’s see, I have to go into work tomorrow, but I’m free after that, so Tuesday?” “That’s a good day, anytime is great and I assume you have my address. Is this your number?”
“Yes, it’s my cell number. Is there anything else that I should know before I come?”
“You have a younger half sister named McKenna, she’s twelve. Other than that, just come with an open mind and a positive attitude, maybe it’ll rub off on Brian.”
“Okay sir, it was nice talking to you.”
“The same to you, Alliyah. One more thing, don’t call me sir, it makes me feel old.”
I laughed and we exchanged good byes before hanging up. I smiled because it went really well, I could tell he would be a cool guy.
“Dad, I’m gong to Huntington in two days!” “That’s great honey!” He yelled back.
I walked into the kitchen to make myself breakfast and came back to the couch, propping my feet on the table and turning on the TV.
I had a feeling that everything would be alright.
Old pic of Alliyah and the boys of PR
Alliyah's House
Alliyah's Parent's House
8/12/13