Mr. Officer, what’s gonna happen to me now? I don’t wanna go with strangers.” I was five when I said that to James Miller. Our kitchen caught fire, and my parents didn’t make it out before he showed up. I was hiding under the table when he found me.
The first thing I remember isn’t the fire.It’s the sound of boots on shattered glass. I was five years old, hiding under our kitchen table, clutching a stuffed dinosaur while …
Mr. Officer, what’s gonna happen to me now? I don’t wanna go with strangers.” I was five when I said that to James Miller. Our kitchen caught fire, and my parents didn’t make it out before he showed up. I was hiding under the table when he found me. Read More