Finding My Bambina

Prologue

Moving on should be a slow process of accepting what life is now like. Being forced to move on is one of the hardest things in life. Knowing one reality and it becomes an entirely different thing is hard. Not having a choice but to accept the fact what you had isn't here anymore. It's brutal. How one second someone can be here with you and the next they're gone. Just like that. There's no trace of them that you begin to wonder if they were ever there at all. 

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I just woke up from taking my daily nap. I was still a little groggy so I didn't realize the slight breeze and the open window.

It only took a minute for me to see the man standing in the corner. Me being the curious toddler I am, decided I should walk up to him. Not a good idea considering I didn't recognize him.

"Who aw you" I asked instead of screaming because of the creepy man who came through my window.

Instead of answering me he picked me up with a bruising touch and put his hand over my mouth. I tried to scream and struggle then; I wasn't comfortable with anyone holding me unless it was my family.

"Shut up" he harshly whispered to me.

I kept trying to scream even with his hand over my mouth.

Only a muffled "HELP!" came from my mouth. 

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I had just gotten home from work. A deep sigh escaped my lips as I stepped out of my car and finally let myself relax. My sons and wife hadn't been home all day because they wanted to surprise their little sister with the 'perfect' ball to play with after the last one popped. 

Walking into the house gave me an eerie feeling. Where was the babysitter and my little five year old whose supposed to be running at me?

I had a feeling of dread settling in my stomach. I started to pick up my pace to my little girls room. As soon as I got to the door the opened the door only to be met with a cold room and open window. 

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They are here, and then they're never to be seen again. Well, not never. 

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Its not the best thing I've ever written but there's the prologue for ya.

Ignore my dramatic ass writing, its the only way for me to cope during finals

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