A lot’s happened since Dessa went missing. A few that were noticeable and more that weren’t.
First thing’s first, Eddi grew up. I couldn’t ever have imagined how handsome he’d be. He’s quite the dashing boy, but something’s up…. I can never put my finger on it. He’s always moping around, and snapping back at us when we ask why… He is still my baby boy. I just… I just wish I could help him.
The first few months were rough… When Eddi was still a kid, he… He didn’t go out to play anymore. He always said how it was his fault Dessa was taken. That he should’ve been with her at the park. I always told him that if he was there, both my babies would be gone, that I was just glad to still have him to hold in my arms. We took him to see a pediatric shrink, but… it didn’t help but drain our pockets.
Salim and I are okay.. For the most part. He’s taken to drinking quite a bit. When he got tired of running off to bars, he just bought a makeshift bar to put on the back patio.
Even so, I feel like he’s probably the most put together of all three of us. The one who’s truly trying to make things work. Even if he does snap at us from time to time, I know he’s only trying to do his best to keep this family afloat.
As for me? I was a mess for the longest time. I wouldn’t get out of bed, I wouldn’t eat… It took a life threatening trip to the hospital before I realized that I couldn’t just waste my life away. If De-…. When Dessa comes home, she’s going to need her mother. She going to need someone to hold her up. It doesn’t matter what we’ve been through, I know she’s been through worse. That’s what keeps me functioning. It’s knowing that my baby will come home to me, and I’m going to be right there when she does.