Vengeance

I was at work when I got the call. A call no mother could ever imagine receiving. A call that would terrify them and make them want to scream. A call that would change my life forever. A call that would give me nightmares for the rest of my dreadful life. A call that told me my daughter had been stabbed in multiple areas. I dropped the phone and got in the car and raced to the hospital nearly causing three accidents. I left my baby girl at home with the nanny because she was only two months old. A million different thoughts were going through my mind. A million different emotions were flooding my body. A million different questions crowded my head. By the time I got to the hospital it was too late. My daughter had been murdered in cold blood. I stood over her pale body and looked down to see a sheet covering her wounds. Many stab wounds. I don't know her last thoughts, her last image or her last words. I wish I did but I don't. Someone robbed her of ever having another thought, saying another word or seeing all there is to see in life. Someone robbed me of the best thing that ever happened to me. That was 17 years ago. Now that someone is still out there. They were never found. But they have to live with what they've done.