Written by Teresa Dean Smeigh
Copyright September 2015
She tried to concentrate on her painting, but she could hear soft noises from over by the large oak tree.
“Mommy?” came a little child’s voice. Then “Mommy, is that you?”
Bonnie walked over to the tree to confront the intruders. Standing there was a cop holding a little girl’s hand. The little girl had red hair and freckles just like Barbie.
Barbie stared and the little girl said, “Mommy, I missed you!”
“Ma’am, I am sorry to intrude, but our investigation has dug up the information that this little girl is yours.”
“But my sister told me she drowned,” tears running down her face.
“When a report came through the station with the sighting of a little girl screaming that the woman wasn’t her mommy, they held them and investigated and found the drowning report. Your sister finally confessed.”
“Oh Barbie, I’ve missed you so much.”
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian