Dear diary 13 is the age but almost 14…

Mom started crying and I had never seen mom shed tears… Her mother, a woman I never met, had just died and mom wanted to be with her mother again… the same woman who abandoned her to an orphanage…

Dear diary, I was so angry with this memory… I am covered from head to toe in bruises and was thinking, wait till they see me at school, bet the cops get called…

My next memory we are at aunt & uncles… I go to a base with Delilah, my body looking like Olive Oil, very skinny…

Dad left for Japan and we stayed in a dive for a month and had very little money… I babysit for a lady and took the money and bought groceries… instead of a thank you… mom just said I should have bought a whole chicken, they were cheaper….

When dad left for Japan, it had been my birthday and he promised me a gift when we got there…

We arrived, and I got my gift…

I said something that pissed off mom and sister and dad came in the house and got an ear full and he was removing his belt as he headed down that hall…

I remember the first blow and I was out… the stroke that took my life 12 months earlier, just caused a bleed on the brain and I was down for a long time and never saw a doctor… they kept me hidden away…

Sister and I never close, just an act of tolerance… every waking minute of every day, was not lived, it was walked in…

All of my childhood gone by now and not yet 15 years old and I had so few memories left…

I learned to take my memory ability and used it to protect me… Margie entered her cell and did not come out for 50 years…

Dear diary, what did Margie ever do to these christians….

Oh, my bad…

She told the truth… christian truth is nothing but lies…

TimesUp #MeToo WhyIDidntTell

I Remember… Margie… who always knew the liars…

Sgt. USAF DAV