Me: how the fuck does a baby go missing in a fucking prison?
Miso: Bu
Me: Don’t. Just don’t. You answer me
Her: Miss we don’t know what happened
Me: you don’t know? I am going to sue this whole place for negligence.
Her: Ma’am I’m sorry
Me: sorry won’t bring back my murdered sister and her missing son dammit!
I was beyond pissed. God how could they be so careless. She’s a prisoner, they not supposed to be left alone. I would know because they kept a close eye on me at all times when I was here. She kept quiet
Me: I want my nephew found at all costs!
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A FEW MONTHS LATER
Ivy had a dignified funeral and we still haven’t found my nephew even now. We even went as far as hiring a PI but we haven’t gotten anything. Sometimes I feel like giving up because it feels like a dead end, where do you even begin looking for a 1 day old baby who is now 4 months old? I never even got a picture of the baby so even if I saw him I wouldn’t know it was him. My hope is that we find him one way or the other. It hasn’t been easy coping but I take it one day at a time. My main focus was my daughter, I needed to make up for all the lost times and she was growing to look more and more like me. We were in SA permanently but we kept my house in the states for holidays. We were in the lounge and I was laying on his chest, I dropped Kendra off at some restaurant where one of her friends was hosting their birthday which meant on hers we had to bring it… Kids her in SA or maybe all around the world feel the need to go beyond their friend’s birthday party, it’s something I recently noticed because every party Kendra has attended she comes back saying it was bigger and better than the last whereas when we lived in the states we hardly got that or maybe I never really noticed it back in the states. Anyway we were just sitting and watching a reality show or something, I wasn’t really paying much attention to it because I was playing Candy Crush on Miso’s phone with him.
Him: so Buttercup
Me: yes
Him: that morning… Were you serious
Me: which morning
I pretended to be lost
Him: that morning we had to rush to prison
Me: oh
Him: yeah. Still wanna marry me?
Me: if I say yes will you drop this?
Him: no ways. I’m only raising this because I want you to ask me again
I paused the game and turned to look at him. What?
Me: huh?
Him: you heard me
Me: uhhhm
YOU ARE READING
The Life I never imagined (Complete)
Ficción GeneralSo what lengths would a sister be willing to go to help her little sister? Often our parents teach us to protect our younger siblings because when they are gone they are the only family we have left.
