Hi, my name’s Hana. I’m really old. Well not as old as my daddy but I’m old! I’m part devil, part angel. My dad named me Hana because it means " Flower" in Japanese. Go figure ‘ya know? Dad says my mom was happy to name me Hana, but she wasn’t around for very long anyway. Don’t worry dad didn’t kill her or anything. She left him for another angel in heaven. Or thats what dad told me. Every time I would ask him he would look away and then say he was tired and then he would go to bed and not come out for a couple days. Now he doesn't doing that and just says" Hana, go pick some
Yeah, my own mother called me an “abomination”. I Maybe you shouldn't have did the deed with dad then!!!! I thought women were supposed to love their children. Not despise them; unless of course it was rape, but even then I bet women love their children. When it's rape...there's no love....but, HE LOVED YOU!! Well at least until you ripped his still beating heart out so you could “Do the right thing”. Yeah do the right thing my ass. Yeah I’ve been all over the world but- even though it’s kinda cliché- I loved Japan the most. The people there dress so freely! All the bright, cheery, fun colors just make you wanna get up and DANCE!! But hey, I digress. This story is about how no matter what you are you can and will find love!
