The time of year, that’s hard no matter how many years pass. The memories I have and the last night with my mom.

Awake but not really

When I woke up on the morning of February 8th, 2006, I assumed it was just going to be an ordinary day. What I didn’t know was that my own nightmare would unfold before my eyes. I was 12 when my mom was brutally murdered. The words still echo in my head “Haylee we believe your mom is dead. We believe your dad murdered her.” What I would later find out was mind blowing and earth shattering. Not only did I lose my mother, but my own father was going to blame ME. I was thrown into a web of his lies and I was betrayed. I have became a voice for my mom and I am still being blamed by liar, liar.

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Awake but not really

Awake but not really