I was born on November 19, at Ranch Mirage at 8:59am and they named me Elizabeth.
When I was young around 4 or 5 years old, no one wanted to take care of me, that's just because I cried a lot. I always wanted to be held. A lot of the baby sitters my mom asked to take care of me, they said "no". My mom told me that my dad once took me from her. She was working and he came to the house.. well you can guess what happened next. Yup that's right he took me.
Okay here comes my older sister in the story. She was about 6 years old I think and I was 3 years old. When this all happened. My dad took me for about 5 months and wasn't planning to return me.
Unfortunately, for him he didn't plan out the fact that I would end up getting sick. He took me to Fresno and it can get pretty cold out there. Anyways he didn't plan to return me until I got really sick that he didn't know how to take care of me. So he returned me to my mom and she was so worried. She had to take me to the hospital.
She was so relived to see me, she had been worried not knowing where I was this whole time. Every day for the past 5 months she asked his family members to tell her where I was but they didn't say anything to her. Since they didn't respect her or like her at all.
