Letter+to+Bre

**The radio blared from the alarm clock, waking the tired fifteen year old teenager up. She rolled over, just to see the big red numbers jump out at her from the surrounding darkness, reading 6:00 a.m. The teen got up from her bed, threw on an outfit and went outside on the deck of her Floridian house. She immediately felt the humidity surround her and she thought of what she was going to do today. ** **Her foster mother called to her and said, "Bre, come on down so we can leave for the beach trip!" Bre went down the steps and into the kitchen to help her mother pack for the day. Bre had a strange feeling inside of her, but quickly shrugged it away, thinking it was just a stomach ache. "What beach are we going to go to today?" Bre asked. ** **Her mother replied, "Sarotta Beach." Bre knew that the name of that beach sounded familiar, but didn't know where she had heard of it before. ** **"Where is the rest of the family?" Bre asked. ** **Hannah, her foster mother, replied, "Well, they are just getting ready for the day." Bre noticed a different sound in her voice that she wasn't used to hearing. Hannah was walking frantically around the house, finding busy work to do, and trying to avoid conversation. Bre finished helping Hannah pack the sandwiches and snacks for their picnic. By this time, the rest of her family was up and loading the towels and chairs into the car. Bre grabbed the picnic basket and noticed a note in an envelope tucked in the basket. Bre ignored it and went to the car waiting for her in the driveway, a red mini van. Her parents sat in the front, her and her sister in the middle and her brother sitting in the back next to all of the stuff, silently listening to his ipod. The ride to Sarotta Beach was strangely quiet, considering how they are always talking and laughing with each other. "I have never seen this beach so crowded before!" said Hannah. As soon as Bre stepped onto the beach she felt a strange feeling inside of her, like she had already been there before, but she has never heard of this beach before. She walked with her mom to help her find a spot on the beach to set up the picnic while the others were getting the towels from the car. Hannah and Bre had found a spot and waved the rest of the family over. Hannah set up the food and was exchanging glances with her husband, and avoiding eye contact with everybody else. Eventually Hannah started a conversation to end the awkward silence around them. The family finished eating and Bre's younger brother and sister wanted her to go swimming in the beach with them. Before Bre could stand up to join them, Hannah said, "Actually, we need to talk to Bre alon, but she will be there in a little bit. You two can go ahead, though." Bre was confused about this sudden 'conversation' she was about to have with her parents. She didn't know what they were going to talk to her about, so she was trying to think of things that she could've done. She thought how maybe she could have gone over her phone bill accidentally, or if she got a bad grade on her test she didn't know about yet. Suddenly she came back to reality as she heard her younger brother and sister ran off into the ocean, laughing. She turned to her parents, and saw the serious faces that she wasn't used to seeing. "We need to talk to you about something that we should have told you a while ago." Hannah said. ** **Slowly, Bre replied, "Okay, what is it?" ** **"We have a note from your real mother that we received when we found you on this very beach a couple of years ago. We wanted to give it to you, but we were too scared, because things were finally coming together with our family, and we didn't want to ruin that." ** 'Dear bre, I hope you find this one day and realize that I'm very sorry for what I'm about to do. Your still young and I want you to live a better life. I'm unable to support you baby so I hope a better family will find you. I'm out on my own now and barely able to support myself. I don't want to put my child through that also. Bre I want you to know I love you and when you’re old enough to understand, I hope you find me one day. My life is going to be rough. George and I are going to be struggling for money, moving frequently and trying to support ourselves with food, shelter and warmth. I hope you live a far better life then that and get the chance to build your own life and make the right choices. I'm going to leave you here now, my beautiful baby girl. Some nice family will notice you all alone here and take much better care of you then I ever have. I love you forever and always and will miss you dearly. Love, your mama Rose. **Bre was in tears. She thought her real mother didn’t care, but really she did. "Why didn't you show me this?" Bre asked tears rolling steadily down her face. **   "Bre, honey, you have always been so happy and bright. We didn't think you could handle this," Hannah said as she hugged Bre tightly, Bre tried to understand her foster mothers point of view, but she couldn’t help, but feel betrayed, who wouldn’t if they found out that the family that you’ve loked so much for nearly your entire life had been keeping something from you. They ate their sandwiches and sat in silence looking very serene. The drive home was long, but the family had a lot on their mind, so the time went so much faster than it would have it was just another trip to the beach, but this one had purpose. Hannah was driving. Damian was in the passenger seat thinking about how upset their daughter was.  **is the apartment. Why don't you go inside and ask for a Rose Green," Damian declared. Hannah **The 2 little children were asleep and Bre was softly crying. They pulled into their house early evening. Everyone exited the car and walked inside the home in silence. Bre took the children upstairs, and that's the last Hannah saw them that night. **Hannah and Damian decided to talk about this situation. **  ** "What are we going to do?" Hannah asked feeling guilty and upset.  **  **"I think we should track down her mother. The girl has to meet her," Damian said very sure of himself. **<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"> All night long they were talking to an investigator gathering all the information they could find Rose. They gave the date, place and name. The investigator found out that a Rose Green checked in the sea chest hotel the same day as the little girl was found. This lady was about 19, blond hair and chocolate brown eyes, just like Bre, and lived in Savannah, Georgia. This seemed about right. The detective told them that Rose’s record says that she lived in an apartment fairly close to downtown. The parents left Bre in charge of the kids for the night, and drove through Savannah early the next morning, without Bre’s knowledge. Her mother, reluctantly came with them, talk to Bre. After they talked, Bre came in with her mother looking very upset. Bre explained to them that her mother has recently been on drugs and just got out of prison. Her mother looks away and stays the night. Bre makes a vow that night to do whatever it takes to help her mother.
 * <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%;">A beautiful woman about 19 years old was walking along the beach, holding back tears, while carrying her two year old child in her arms. She held the child close to her, afraid to let go, but knowing she had to. The woman set her young daughter down in the wet sand. Next to the child, she set down a small box, with a little envelope sticking out of the flap. **