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She stole my children
She stole my children
What kind
of mother
of mother
My children
My elder son, Robert, is now 18. I do not know what he is doing, or anything about him. On the day his mother left, he was away on an overnight school trip. It was an adventure for him. He was only 8. I never saw him again, and part of me is still waiting for my little boy to return and tell me about his trip. I keep his favourite teddy in my wardrobe. I have kept as many photos and mementoes of my children as I could. It is the closest I can be to them.
HOW IT FEELS
I would rather have lost my legs than have lost my children.
I don’t have a life. I exist from day to day. Without my children, there is no purpose.
No normal human being with feelings could do this to another.
10 years on, and I still sometimes wake up and for a moment think it has all been a bad dream, before the horrible realisation that it isn’t a dream.
Extract from “The Whisperer” by Donato Carrisi
Elisa had been an intelligent and very precocious little girl. She had started talking early. The first word she had said had been “May” - the name of her teddy bear. Her mother, however, would also remember her last one: “tomorrow;” the end of the phrase “see you tomorrow,” uttered in the doorway before she went off to a sleepover at a friend’s house. But that tomorrow had taken too long to arrive. And her yesterday was a very long day that showed no sign of coming to an end.
In her parents’ minds Elisa had gone on living like a ten-year-old girl, with her bedroom full of dolls and Christmas presents piled up around the fireplace. This was immortalised in their memory, imprisoned as if by a magic spell.
And even though Elisa had returned, they would go on waiting for the little girl they had lost. Without ever finding peace.
Elisa had been an intelligent and very precocious little girl. She had started talking early. The first word she had said had been “May” -
In her parents’ minds Elisa had gone on living like a ten-
And even though Elisa had returned, they would go on waiting for the little girl they had lost. Without ever finding peace.