Misty Monroe

The Man I Never Knew

What is happening? Who has me? What is going on? There is a man dressed all in black, he is in my bedroom and he has me. He is dragging me out of my house. HELP ME!!! Where is my momma, did he get my brother too? Daddy! Daddy! Where are you? As he drags me out the front door all I see is lights and there’s people everywhere. What is going on. I am being placed in a car. Wait, this is a police car. I finally wake up enough to realize that there are police, no wait their vests say FBI, everywhere. I see my Dad; he is being placed in another car. There is my mom holding my baby brother standing with one of the FBI Agents. This has to be a nightmare, surely, I will wake up soon. Then one of the Agents is headed my way. I am 8 years old and I am scared to death. He is bringing my mom and my brother with him. He places them in the car with me. Mommy what is happening. She says it is ok baby, we are going to be OK. What do you mean we are going to be ok? I was fine sleeping in my bed. Why were we dragged out of our house? Where are they taking us? Why do they have Daddy? As tears rolled down my mom’s face, she simply said everything is going to be ok. As I sat paralyzed, I had to focus on something, anything, to settle my mind. The train station, that's it. Daddy would take me every Sunday to the train station, we would make a quick stop at locker #17 every time. I wasn't sure why but I didn't care because I knew when he closed that locker he and I would board the train and have a magical day of fun. My memory only flashed briefly as the noise of the night and my mothers sobs quickly took control back.