I stopped by the police station to pick up my car and then to the hospital after leaving the café. I entered the intensive care expecting to see Nick and Carmina… …instead, there was a nurse changing the sheets of the bed that Carmina was in just a few hours ago. I knew that Carmina…
I stepped out of the taxi feeling light-headed and dizzy. I reminded myself to breathe. I couldn’t tell exactly how old the little girl was, but I knew that if she was my baby that she was seven. I also knew that if she was my baby, then she only had one eye. I wanted…
My police escort parked the car in front of the hospital and led me into the building. He stopped and asked a nurse that was sitting at a desk for Carmina’slocation. After she told him, I followed him to intensive care. It didn’t take us very long to find Nick and Carmina. Nick looked tense;…
The police didn’t even bother to cuff me…there was no way I was going to resist arrest. The older cop led me into an interrogation room and forced me into a chair. “Did you try to kill your daughter?” He asked with his back turned as if he was having a hard time facing me. …
I continued to check the newspaper daily during the seven years that Carmina was with us. I just couldn’t figure out why she was never reported missing or who she belonged to…and why weren’t they trying to find her? Why wasn’t I arrested and in prison for my crime? Just then, an idea came to…
By the time Carmina turned seven… …she was controlling everything I did. It was like trying to climb a fence with a vicious Pit-bull on the other side…watching my every move. Except in my life, Carmina was the Pit-Bull. One false move and she attacked. She used others to attack me as well…especially Nick. …
