Call Your Daughter Home Novels & Stories

Struggling to maintain his normal composure, Dason unlocked the door, praying in his mind and giving himself courage. ‘There is nothing wrong! This isn’t any call from the morgue or the hospital! This is a normal call! Maybe someone will give information about my daughter! Maybe someone has found her and she gave the person his number!’ With all these thoughts running, Dason picked up the receiver with trembling hand. He could only take deep breathes to calm his nerves and heart for a few seconds and then spoke in a deep voice, “Dason Knight here. Hello?” “Mr Knight? I am calling from Get well hospital, little town. This is about your daughter Ms Clara knight.” Betty’s voice from the opposit

I knew she was up to something when she insisted, I follow her. "I insist ma, I don't think I'll buy anything ma. I'm okay with what I have. Thank you" before she could say anything to argue back, my phone rang and when I looked at the screen, it was a call from home. "I have to pick this call, it's from home" I said before excusing myself to pick the call. "Mother, Is everything okay? How's Dad?" She was silent for a while "That is why I called you, you need to come home"

Rather than getting in between father and daughter. I will get my sanity and peace back. And I’d love decides to find me again, then I’ll give it another shot. I didn’t stay too much on the thought, I was afraid I’d change my mind if I waste time. I grabbed my phone immediately and called Laurette. “I’m coming home…” I slowly said while she let out a loud scream. “Yes! Yes!! Yes!!!” She went on yelling and I had to hold off my phone for a while till she stopped.

It was impossible for him to do much at the moment. “You know I did not even think to call her adoptive parents to find out if she was at home.” I felt like an idiot. Once I got the burner phone that should have been my first call. I pulled out my phone and dialed their number. No one answered so I left a message. Less than thirty seconds later someone called me back. It was my daughter’s nanny and she informed me that her and her parents were away in the states for the week.

Blaine smiled, “Yeah. Call her.” I took my phone out of my pocket and tapped on her contact information. While it rang, I put my phone on speaker. After two rings, my oldest daughter answered, “Mom? What’s going on? Is something wrong?” I chuckled, “No, sweetie, I was just calling to update you on things.”

The tension of the other day between us no longer existed, it was just a mother and daughter on the phone. “Ma….” I wanted to cry but I held back my tears. “Can I come home please?” I tried to hide the pain in my voice. “What is wrong mi sonnolina…?” She asked sounding worried. “I just…I miss home”. I couldn’t hide how much I missed the comfort of my family. “My baby…we’ve missed you too….and yes darling, it’s your home, you’re always welcome but I hope everything is fine?”. “Yeah ma….”

I hadn’t ended the call… Ava’s voice suddenly echoed faintly from the speaker: “Take care of yourself… and your daughter.” There was silence as I quickly ended the call and slowly turned to my mother. Her expression had completely changed. “Your… daughter?” she repeated.

What could she be seeing or thinking that kept her so absorbed? Turning to my daughter, I said, "Sweetie, could you please fetch my phone from the kitchen? I need to call Dr. Savadra." My daughter nodded, concern mirrored in her eyes. As she rushed to the kitchen, I remained by her side, trying to figure out what was going on with her. The need to reach out to our family doctor, someone who could shed light on this unsettling situation, was paramount. I watched as my daughter returned with the phone, my fingers trembling slightly as I dialed Dr. Savadra's number, desperate for some answers, some guidance, in this bewildering moment.