I have so much to say that I can’t even write because the thoughts are just coming too many, too fast.
New developments since my niece’s birthday; my sending balloons and flowers opened Pandora’s Box.
I have just been made aware that the people who have my niece have yet to her she’s adopted.
She is now ten years old and has not a clue that she has a whole family waiting for her, nor does she know the circumstances under which she was taken.
I have been absolutely beside myself since two days after her birthday when I found out this crucial detail. I have to sit down and slow down, breathe, and try to explain this madness in a rational way, and I’m going to need a little more time to do that.
I’m need to figure out how I’m going to write this part. Ever since I found that out, I have able to think of nothing else. This only proves what I have said all along; they are going to dress her up and shape her into what they want her to be, while trying to completely eliminate her God-given family.
Their own little doll, their own little lies.