Country photography by Art Anderson
She was off work for the afternoon, we talked. I had given her a book too read on the Nephilim. She started in on how her grandma had force-fed her the way of the truth.
I asked about the adoption and if she knew about it.
She said she had lived with mom and dad for over a year and went to school from their house. I mentioned that too a young mind it may have seemed like a year, but it wasn’t.
When I left to move further North she was with me.
She started 1 st grade. She proved to be a handful and I was working two jobs. It seemed she was always at one or the other of babysitters.
My younger sibling left to go to West.
My roomie moved back too her family’s home.
I in turn moved to the city again.
I had taken my daughter to the farm her dad worked on.
A new love interest had recently moved in with him.
She was on some form of probation and they thought the living circumstance would help her.
I then met a LOVE BOMBER (75) and my life began to swirl out of control with abuse and disillusionment.
I decided it best to let her stay at her dad’s.
His new love did not want to be a step-Mom. They eventually married. She had a baby. She did indeed raise my child for 6 years until she left and went back to her first husband.
He chased her and her daughter out-of-town with a shotgun when he caught her in his bed with his best friend.
In the mean time…
this is when my child stayed with Mom and Dad. Then back too her dad and finally his mother on Canberra Court.
He ran off to Key West to avoid some legal matters he had, by all intent and purposes was declared dead.
I hopped a bus and moved cross-country. During this time she came to live with me out West in Salt Lake and California.
She had a diary. I was looking through it one day and noticed entries about her dad and realized he was very much alive. She had planned on going there too live with him.
This is when I decided to try to catch her in-between her moves.
I drove to Michigan from California.
Within a few days I had changed the bald tires and was heading for Maryland.
When I arrived I was informed my girl was gone.
Her grandmother (Dad’s Mother ) was vague about her whereabouts, but I knew.
She had lived with me in Michigan for almost 2 years.
At first she was in regular school and then after her return I found an alternative school in St.Joseph (mostly uppity white girls) that she managed to get kicked out of.
Before that she abruptly took her SELF out of school around Thanksgiving and got a bus back too Key West.
I had expected her back within two weeks and remember calling. I located her by phone at a local arcade.
My phone bill was astronomical. She had run it up prior to leaving and then my trying too locate her added to the expense.
I paid for her to come back on the train after a few months.
This is when she came back with quite the stash.
Mind you she was supposedly being threaten by drug lords in Key West.
Two years of total chaos, me working three jobs and her left to her vices.
I had given her the entire front room and I took the small bedroom.
She had Parties in the house, drank all my hidden liquor, smoked up all my cigarettes. Had her friends eating out of my cupboards.
I remember it had snowed so much and the car and everything else was buried.
She wanted to go to this quaint little place in St.Joseph that had trains and other Xmas festive things all around.
I told her we were snowed in.
She said I will shovel out.
Not thinking that she could I agreed.
Next thing I know she has about five guys all with shovels in hand and I had to concede that possibly we would get be getting out and about.
No one was on the roads and we had so much fun.
We went to the mall and did circle 8’s in the snow. We came home and ended up walking to High’s for dinner.
It was beautiful with the snow falling and I felt so close too my daughter.
I met someone, another LOVE BOMBER (85)
She said she was moving back to Key West too become an escort.
I guess I had LOST the rights to be in control and everything was spiraling.
She stayed with her friend and her father, because her dad and his new friend were too strict on her.
She met her future husband and the rest as they say is history.