CHAPTER TWENTY-FOURRenee
May 16, 2016
I find myself unable to stop from glancing over at my daughter in the passenger seat. It all still seems so surreal. Her energy is different to me, not how I remember. I try to remind myself that she is different. She is so quiet, almost tranquil, as she watches the landscape pass by with each mile as we make our way home on the interstate. I see her watch the large trucks with curiosity and distain.
“It was like that, Mom,” she says softly, pointing to a semi-truck with an enclosed trailer.
“What’s that, honey?” I ask, not sure what she means.
“When they first took us.” She watches as different vehicles pass by. “We were in the trailer of a truck just like that.”
“Oh, baby . . .” I’m not sure how to respond. I have a million questions, but I don
