Personal Narrative: The Rest Was History

The Rest Was History
Reno
How could I have known when I dressed her in those cute butterfly tights and put her hair into two pigtails that I would never see her again? We walked to the park stopped for some ice cream at the stand right in front of the Empire State Building the one with the cute drawings on the sides that look like something Elizabeth would have drawn. She kept pulling at my hand, wanting to walk ahead, but I would not let her. I remember how the wind felt as if it was going to blow us away. I held onto her extra tight hoping that she would not fly away as if she was some piece of paper. We were at the park for about an hour when my phone rang and I looked down for just a few minutes. I’ve seen plenty of other parents do it.
She was a cute little six year old with blonde hair and freckles on her cheeks. I’ve stared at her picture so much that I have memorized every detail. She went missing in 2008, seven long years and every day since I have racked my brain looking for more details to help us find the little girl. The FBI decided to mark it a cold case after two years and nothing had lead us to her yet. I wanted to keep fighting and to look through every inch of this cruel world to bring Elizabeth back home to her parents. She would be thirteen by now, if she were still alive. The stats say that 78% of children that are abducted are murdered within the first twenty-four hours. I have always hoped that little Elizabeth was still alive and well out there. Maybe I’m just
My mind automatically went to the evidence room a few weeks ago when I had sweet-talked my way straight to the Watson file. He tells me to sit down and takes a heavy breath that makes him look well over forty-five. Then he tells me the most delightful thing I have heard in the sixteen years I have worked here. “Jackson we have a new lead on the suspect from the Watson case. I girl was found partially dead in the ditch just three miles from our suspected location. Our detectives went to talk to her and she told them a man had kidnapped her and locked her in a basement for the past three years with four other girls. One of the girl's name was Elizabeth. We have been doing everything we can to track down the house and the man. We have the girl with a team now giving us more information…” The rest I could not hear the blood was rushing all over my body so hard that I could not hear anything. We have found her the little girl with ponytails and freckles and ladybug tights. We have finally found