I see Word Press has its dates messed up. At this very moment, where I am, it is Monday February 13, 2023, at 10:03 PM. Word Press, please fix your computer’s clock!
This will be a short update. I am excited and feeling hopeful. I received a phone call this morning from the Detective and he said he spoke with the company I did a DNA test with about 3 1/2 to 4 years ago. The test they do is not on the level of the type of DNA test that is necessary to match to family members. So, he told me that he would need to schedule an appointment to drive to me to get a cheek swab and turn it into the Texas lab to upload to CODIS. In another word, UNTCHI. Yea, that one. The great thing about this is even if I am not this baby, my DNA will be in CODIS so that there can be “a hit” for another missing child case.
I am tired. I have been at this since 2009… thirteen years and around three months. I want closure. I want to know who my family is. I want to know my heritage. I want to know my genealogy. I want to know my family’s medical history. I want to know my real name. I want to know my real age. I want to know what happened to separate us. I want to know if I have siblings. I want to know if I have nieces and nephews. I want to know about each of my family member’s likes, dislikes, peculiarities, and everything. I want to know when is my Birthday? I want to know what is my family’s religious beliefs? I want to go to the House of God as a civilized loving family in our right mind. I want to hear about all the family members who have passed away since my abduction. I want to be able to sit down at the table and have a meal together without cursing, screaming, and hateful violent behavior. I want to have kind, loving, civilized, and reasonably intelligent conversations and we all are in our right minds. I want to celebrate the holidays with my family. I want to be able to call my real mom “Mom” and my real dad “Dad, and have them cry tears of joy that God allowed them to hear their missing child say that to them before they die. I want to know that my family NEVER gave up hope for my return. I want to know my family loves me and NEVER wished for my death.
Yes, I agree. I do want a lot because I and my family were denied a whole lifetime together to do these things together. Unlike you, I and my family do not have the luxury of a lifetime. IF my parents are still alive, if they had me when they were twenty-five years old, they are in their eighties now. Time is limited for us. So, I do not want any more time taken from us. I want to do as much as can be done in the short time we have together.
THAT IS NOT TOO MUCH TO ASK AND EXPECT!
Looking For My Birth Parents That I Was Abducted From 