How are you? I am doing well. I just wanted to let you know
how much I miss you, can you believe it has been six years since the last time I
saw you. I remember that day like it was just yesterday; that cold, wet foggy
morning. I just wish I would have had the chance to say goodbye. I was only
ten, I didn't understand what was about to happen.
It was really early, I
remember waking up to a strange man’s voice, and I knew it wasn't daddy's, the
strange man's voice echoed through the house. Where was daddy? I was so scared I
wanted to cry, but I knew if I cried I would wake up Wezzie, she was laying
asleep beside me. I listened for a while trying to hear what the strange man was
saying, then I heard mama's voice. I cried out "mommy", mama came
into the middle bedroom where I was hiding Wezzie and me underneath the covers,
she said "it's alright now just go back to sleep everything will be aright"
then she walked away. Still I laid there and tried to listen to what the
strange man was saying, suddenly the echo of the man’s voice stopped, and no
longer could I hear mamas voice. The silence made me cringe farther under the
covers. Next I saw the strange man walk passed my room, he was fair skinned,
average height, and had brown hair. As he stopped in front of my room, I
noticed something shinny, the strange man was a police officer. I hear the
officer whispering to someone in the next room, he was talking to you. Once
again I saw the officer walk past my room. I heard the front door squeak as it
opened then slam shut. The officer left.
I guess I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up it
was all over. Maybe I just had a bad dream, everything seemed normal. I walked
into the kitchen I saw Aunt Nancy, when did she get here I wondered, she never
come to visit. After pondering over that a while I went to mom’s room to say
good morning, she was crying. I tried to comfort her best I could but she wanted
to be left alone. On my way back to the kitchen I saw Wezzie, she was going to
get breakfast, I helped her get her breakfast, and then it was my turn. When I
was done I went to see what you were doing. You were packing. I still didn't
understand yet. I thought you were just going to your moms for the weekend like
you sometimes did, and we would pick you up on Sunday like always.
Mom had a doctor’s appointment, she wanted me to go. So I
did. You left that day, by the time I got home you were already gone. I
remember being really upset that you left without saying goodbye. I still
didn't know you weren't coming back.