I lay awake on my bed, staring at the ceiling blankly, thinking about my despicable life. That man was too arrogant and evil to let me have my kids back. I felt miserable when the thought that I would never see my children again, crossed my mind but I did not want to give up yet.
Those few days with my babies in my arms were the zenith of glory in my life. I still couldn't believe, that crazy bastard would hold me hostage and separate my babies from me. I couldn't accept the fact that I missed the best three years of their childhood. It breaks my heart into pieces to think that I did not get to see them crawl, walk and speak for the very first time.
I was tired of living like a ghost in their lives for too long, unknown and unseen. I tried to make my presence known to my kids at many
