I felt helpless to bring any light to what had happened to Faith? I had seen what had happened, but I could remember nothing. I had blocked that memory out of my mind.
My little sister had dissapeared right from under my nose, and that had been twenty years ago. She was probably dead by now, that is what statistic said, but we all prayed that Faith was not simply a statistic,
I missed my sister, missed the bond we used to have. We were just a couple of years apart in age. She was only eight when she dissapeared right from our front yard. I had ran in the house long enough to run to the restroom.
I saw a car, and the outline of what I saw was a man, and I heard the vague sounding cries of my sister, I tried to run after her, but they sped away.
I fell into the grace helpless. I had been entrusted with making sure Faith and I were safe, while Mom went to the store. I assured her we would be okay, neither Faith or I wanted to grocery grocery shopping with Mom. I was ten and Faith was eight, we had been home long enough.
To Be Continued