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When She Was Stolen-Chapter Three
A New Reality
Chapter Three:
I haven’t grieved all that I have lost; my only focus is Bri. She needs me to be strong for her, to fight for her, because she wasn’t, she was fighting only for her next fix. Although I hated my Mother, I also loved her, opposing feelings that I had, but I had memories of her before the drugs took over.
I had Jesus, of course, but I couldn’t turn to my Mother for comfort or guidance. In the aftermath of my sister’s abduction, she would not hold me as I grieved. I was shot, and my injuries were permanent. As I sighed, the tears flowed hard for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.
My little sister and I would find a place of our own when they found Bri, and rescued her. There is no way I would let myself think otherwise. When it came to Bri, I could not let my mind go into a dark place. As my little sister needed my strength and prayers, I needed to hang on to hope for her.
The tissues were on the nightstand next to my bed, and I reached for them, grateful to have the strength to lift myself up. In the first few weeks, I needed help with everything, but now I was slowly regaining my independence. I was going home soon, but I didn’t even know where home was right now. There was money saved up in a bank account my Mother was unaware of, so had she…
