As I sat on my front porch in the early
morning, I could hear the birds chirping. I felt the cool morning breeze blowing
back and forth on my face. I thought I wish my mother could see me now. When we
were kids, growing up we always wanted to be just like Mom. All children want
to make their parents proud of them. I know that if Mom were alive today she
would be so proud of me and the accomplishments that I have made. I have
actually written my Mom’s life story. All I Had Was Your Birth Certificate (and
Memories That Remain) to share with families that have been devastated by the lost of a child through death,
abduction. On the other hand, a child, that has runaway. I write this story
from life experiences as I watched my mother many times with tears flowing down
her cheeks, and the beautiful smile on her face turn to a frown down through
the years as she struggled with the abduction of my sister.
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