Me again....
You will see me flash in and out often. It all depends on my home life I suppose. I am living back with my parents as most of you know. The more I ask questions and demand answers the more I feel I get punished in some twisted way. I won't stop though....I need justice and so do my fellow Mango tree club members

This past weekend I suffered tremendously emotionally as I lost many of my cherished belongings in an onsite storage unit that I was promised leak proof. I live in the NW and we get a lot of rain during these months. My family sat back and watched as I wept over lost children's artwork, grandmother's quilts, my own art and books collected since college. No one offered a helping hand or a shoulder to cry on. In fact I was treated as if I somehow did it on purpose to disturb their Saturday cleaning for Christ day!
I don't understand why I am so unloved or hated in my family but each time something like this happens I hide like that little girl did 30 years ago. This time though I do not have a tree....
I know I am not the only child that suffered in Panama and I know it started when my family was leaving and another coming in. I have missing records, facts that change constantly and parents who refuse to even shed a shred of sympathy for their very own blood.