Mishka and the occupants of the following vehicle piled out and gathered around Matilda who was kneeling and hugging a small red headed girl in a blue...dress. “I knew you were coming!” the girl was telling Matilda. “I knew it! I’ve been waiting for you a long time.” She pointed to a blanket, a child-sized folding chair, and a cooler. An iPad and a pile of books lay beside the chair.Matilda moved into a sitting position without releasing the youngster and cuddled her close, tears leaking down her. "Sorry, you liked wearing it and I got yelled at about it, Bitch!" Andwe both laughed out loud.On our third glass of wine we started, what would be a life alteringdiscussion for me."Lana, needs to see daylight, or nightlight, you need to get out of thiscondo and show yourself off." One day." I averted looking at her as I responded."One day soon, soon being next weekend."*****************I rang the doorbell for the firehouse twice. When no answered at first,for a second, I took that as a sign. Economy was rough, society was brutal; I could hardly take her out to eat anymore with all of the budget cuts. There for a while, I thought I couldnt even raise my own daughter. But once I had her back in my arms, something in me clicked. I was able to push past the depression and tragicness of the death of my wife, and managed to get back on my feet. I got a new, better job; one where I can work from home. I payed my bills on time, got her into a nice new school, and even had enough extra. It wasn't the first time he'd expect her to get mad. But still, they haven't been exactly coming to terms with any of this. *** Couple of months ago they had been on vacation. The whole family been there, on that distant island. And while being there they've experienced something strange. Something that messed them up a bit. Since then there was this sense, a certain feel as if there might be a possibility for re-enaction. Because initially its all happened as a part of a game. Some exotic.