My Birth Father ... In Hawaii?

While I was in Hawaii with my mom and sisters, my birth father, my dad, visited me for three days. We were in a hotel room in Honolulu. I remember it very vaguely, but I have some memories of that time. 
  I loved being with my dad, and I remember we went to the Japanese Gardens and we went to the beach a lot. 
  If my memory serves me well, my dad also got a bad sun burn. 
 My sister, D and I became quite the companions also.  We were in a one bedroom apartment separated by only a room divider. This room divider was the same idea as having French doors, and was in the same area as the living room, with the "French Doors" separating the living room and the bedroom. with that, there was only enough room for two beds in that room. So, My older sister and I got one bed and my mom shared a bed with Chimra. I hated sleeping with Chimra because she would kick me and took all the covers. 
 Everyday after school my sisters and I would meet, walk together to the beach across the street from the school, and then we would meet our mom there. 
 This was an everyday occurrence. I loved the beach. I loved everything about the beach. I really hated being in Utah, because I would have to wear closed in shoes and it was so cold for me. 
  But, living in Hawaii and California I could wear flip flops, (some Hawaiians called them slippers) And I could wear my swim suit under my dress. 
 There was a janitor that was really weird about me wearing a swim suit to school and made a comment about it once, and I did not understand what he was trying to say but I told my mom and asked her what it meant and she asked me to show her that same Janitor the next day, and my mom met me after school at my class and I pointed him out. Well, My mom told me to stay there she wanted to talk to him. 
  My mom approached him, and let's put it this way... My mom is freaking BAD ASS!  My mom was so cool, I felt this sense of wow!!! She told that guy off and you know what? That Janitor stopped working there too... That is what my mom did, protected us and was awesome at it. 
 You hear of stories of single mom's that allowed their kids to get hurt by the boyfriends that they dated or whatever, not my mom. I recall her telling me later in life that one man wanted to marry her when I was 3, but that guy said something rude about me and she decided to not marry him.  That's how my mom rolled. I was happy. That weirdo guy never came around me again.