My Darkest Day

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Nancy R

My darkest day

February 12, 2010 was one of the worst and most unforgettable days of my life. My twelve year old niece was found using drugs. I was in total disbelief and I didn’t know what to do. My niece had been using drugs for months and it went undetected. How could the family miss the signs? How could the attitude changes go unnoticed? I realized that her attitude was changing but I thought it was normal teenage hormonal changes but I was wrong. I felt as if I had lost everything that I ever worked for. After all the drama, I had to sit her down to have that scary discussion about the reasons that led to her drug use. During that talk, my niece broke down and cried uncontrollably. At that moment all I could do was cry with her while holding her tightly in my arms. Faith had been raped by her mother’s friend and molested by her step-father. I understood at that moment that she felt helpless and she was looking for comfort. Faith was afraid to approach anyone with the information because the men had told her that no one would believe her. I could not process the thought of an adult man seeking pleasure in a twelve year old girl. My mind started to race with negative thoughts initially. I wanted to kill them, I wanted to run them over with my car, and I wanted to torture them. I couldn’t believe that her innocence was taken away from her by people we considered family. I couldn’t believe that she went through the agony alone. At this point, I didn’t know who to trust around her or even my own child. As we sat there in her room, I was really lost for words because I didn’t know how to approach the situation. Faith’s mother, Ginou, found her snorting cocaine in the bathroom. She was passed out on the floor high and she smelled like alcohol. A part of me wanted to blame her mother for it all, because if she had paid more attention to her maybe this wouldn’t have gotten this far. But then again, I didn’t want to start playing the blaming game....
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