Dreamtime:
I was living at home with my mom in an apartment. I had a sister, young enough to be my daughter. She disappeared a couple days after Christmas. Because I was distracted getting ready, her disappearance was blamed on me. Every time I tried to tell the story to someone, I called her "my daughter" even though I knew she wasn't. One year later, after trying to accept her death, a coroner was showing me how they were going to give children a vitamin so if they were killed, their bodies would stay intact and not decay. I thanked him for telling me, but told him I believed my sister was still alive. I drove past a beautiful white farm house and told my husband and sons that it was my dream house. It was right down the street from where the apartment was, where my mom and I were living. I went back into the apartment to get the dinner party ready for Christmas when a lawyer for the hispanic lady who used to live across the hall came over with the lady and my sister. Turns out, she kidnapped my sister to South America. He was going to take her to jail but wanted to leave my sister with me. After a year, she barely remembered any English, but knew who I was. I was so excited, I kept saying "My daughter is back!" and couldn't wait until I could tell my mother. At the dinner party, I presented her with a flourish.
I was living at home with my mom in an apartment. I had a sister, young enough to be my daughter. She disappeared a couple days after Christmas. Because I was distracted getting ready, her disappearance was blamed on me. Every time I tried to tell the story to someone, I called her "my daughter" even though I knew she wasn't. One year later, after trying to accept her death, a coroner was showing me how they were going to give children a vitamin so if they were killed, their bodies would stay intact and not decay. I thanked him for telling me, but told him I believed my sister was still alive. I drove past a beautiful white farm house and told my husband and sons that it was my dream house. It was right down the street from where the apartment was, where my mom and I were living. I went back into the apartment to get the dinner party ready for Christmas when a lawyer for the hispanic lady who used to live across the hall came over with the lady and my sister. Turns out, she kidnapped my sister to South America. He was going to take her to jail but wanted to leave my sister with me. After a year, she barely remembered any English, but knew who I was. I was so excited, I kept saying "My daughter is back!" and couldn't wait until I could tell my mother. At the dinner party, I presented her with a flourish.
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