October 1987-October 1988
Getting accustomed to living with a kidnapper is easier than you’d expect. You just
have to accept that you have zero control over your life (which was something I’d
already learned) and hope that someday your real mom will find you. So that’s
what I did. I wasn’t just going to let it go, though. On my way home from
school every day, I’d come up with a list of questions my real mom would know
the answers to. Then I’d sit through Donohue and question my fake mom during
the commercials. She didn’t seem to mind talking to me.
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