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My finger hovered over the emergency button on my phone. The people I called my family had been lying to my face everyday for 17 years. They aren't even my family. They are my kidnappers.


My fingers shook as I held the phone to my ear, and listened to it ring.

" 911 emergency, Do you need fire, police or ambulance?"


My mouth struggled to open. "Police please."


"Okay just hang on, I am now connecting you to an operator."


The phone started to ring again as I was being connected.


"M'am what is your address?" An operator spoke.


"13 Haplin Way." I could hear the operator typing as she took down the information.


"Okay and what seems to be the problem?"


"I was just on facebook and found a picture of an infant who has been missing for 17 years, and it matches a photo of me as a baby. I think I've been kidnapped for 17 years."


The operator paused for a second. "Police are on their way honey, In the meantime could you please describe this picture of the infant?"


I put the operator on speaker and brought up the picture.


"Um well its hard to describe I mean its just a baby but it looks exactly like me."



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