Many, many years ago, a young girl of eighteen years old, married a man who was in his early thirties. They were fairly happy for the duration of the six years their marriage lasted. However, circumstances and personal growth on both parts caused their union to finally crumble and break apart. When they split up as husband and wife, the young girl, who was now a young woman, felt it was best they part as friends, rather than enemies, not only for their sake, but their children's sake as well. They had a son and a daughter.
When they divorced, the judge ordered the husband to pay child support, have visitation every Wednesday evening and every other weekend, he could have the children from Friday evening to Sunday night. This arrangement worked for a couple of months until the young woman lost her job, then eventually her apartment. She had no where to go with the children as she had primary custody of them. Her ex-husband offered her the chance to stay at his place until she could get back on her feet. She agreed, more for the children's benefit than anything else.
One evening, when it was cold and rainy outside, their son became ill, (there had been a virus going around the school he attended.) Being the good and dutiful mother that she tried to be as her children were her life, this young woman went to the pharmacy to get some medication for the vaporizer and some Vick's Vapor Rub to put on his chest to help break up the congestion he was developing.
While she was out, she also decided to exchange the black patent leather shoes her daughter had fallen in love with and had wanted so very badly. When she had bought them, she hadn't realized her daughter's feet had grown to a size larger. After the exchange for a larger size, she thought some ice cream would help her son feel better and be a nice little treat for her daughter- so, one more stop was made at the grocery store.
When she arrived back home and anxious to get her son feeling better plus give her daughter the shoes as she knew now they would fit, the young mother walked into the house. Something was wrong...
Her son was lying quietly on the sofa in the living room and her ex-husband was sitting in the kitchen by the table. Where was her daughter?
"Where's Emily?" she questioned.
He looked down at the floor and slowly replied, "call the police- I killed her."
"What?" she shrieked as the packages fell out of her arms with a thud onto the floor. "No! You couldn't have done that! Where is she?"
"I told you- I killed her... she's in the bedroom on the floor... call the police."
The young woman ran to the bedroom doorway and true to his word, their daughter was lying dead on the floor... she was only four years old...
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It's been over thirty years since this happened and it's the first time this young woman, who is now an elderly person has spoken about this, except with the exception of a couple of close friends and family members knowing. The pain she felt at that time has stayed with her for all of these years. So much guilt had filled her because her daughter wanted to go to the store with her that night, but the rain was so cold and it was the beginning of the flu season. She thought she was protecting Emily health-wise and- she felt her children were safe with their father.
As to why he did this, she never got an answer from him and he would never say. He went to prison for a period of fifteen years then was released. From what she has heard as she hasn't seen or been in touch with him since this time, he has Alzheimer's Disease and doesn't know or remember anyone or anything.
Emily got her new shoes- she was buried with them on and they fit perfectly...
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This is a true story, the child mentioned by the name of Emily is a ficticious name. Names have been changed to protect the privacy of this particular family.
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