We all hear stories past down from family to family. Then there other stories you hear before going to bed. For me I only ever heard one story. That story is about Lori Taylors my sister. When I was little I didn’t really believe in it. My father told me almost every night before I went to bed. The story is about how Lori went missing. I thought it was made up.
It was true though Lori was nine when she went missing I was only two years old. I don’t remember her that much though. I just seen here in pictures and heard about her in stories. I know that she looks like my mom. After my sister went missing my parents started to fight a lot and yell. It was like they forgot about me. That all their energy went into finding Lori. When I turned four years old my mother left dad and me. She lives only two towns over. She said “ everything remind her of Lori, even me.
Lori went missing in the spring. I know that because Lori birthday was in March. She went missing in May. My dad said he remembers it just like it was yesterday. I woke Lori up by crying, that day. My mom made pancakes that day. Lori liked hers with blackberries, on them dad liked his with butter. After eating Lori watched TV until one of her friends called and asked if she could play. Her friend lived down the street from us. Lori left soon after that, and called my parent to let them know she got there. Few hours went by my mom and I fall asleep on my parent’s bed together. It was around six when my dad came in. He asked my mom if Lori should come home now. My mother said yes and that she would start dinner. My dad called Lori’s friend and talked to her mom, she said she would send Lori home.
My dad thanked her for letting Lori come over. As my mom cooked pasta and meatballs, she asked Lori to set the table. That when they realized that Lori hadn’t come home. My dad called Lori friend again and told her mother that Lori hadn’t come home yet. She told my dad she sent her home a while ago. One thing you need to know is we live in a safe town and we have good schools. My dad went outside so did the other mom. They saw each other plain as day. Both of them knew something was wrong. All four parents came over to my house. The next phone call was to the police.
Seven police officers came. They took lots of notes asked questions and stayed for along time. That’s when people started to forget about me.