15th or 16th October

I think today is the 15th but I could be wrong, I have been before. I’m so weak, so tired, I don’t think I can last much longer. I keep thinking back to the day He came and everything changed. That was 7 ½ months ago. March, so long ago, a lifetime. Dad’s birthday was just coming up. 3 days to go, and then He came. ‘Do you know where the Box is, miss? No, well I’ll just have to show you then.’ And poof, it’s all gone, I’m gone. Happy Birthday Daddy. God I miss them. Do you suppose they miss me? Dumb question, of course they do, they love me, they miss me, I hope they are still looking. Or maybe it would be better if they thought I was dead, better for them anyway. Hope can be too dangerous, too painful.