After that day with Bandit, my life seemed to be in a haze. Yet as a young child I merely locked that day away in my memory and went about everyday. I was still living and laughing everyday. But that nightmare with Bandit was only the first of many nightmares to come and every single one just got worse and worse.

“Mariko, I love you and your brother.” He said.

Tears started to well up in my eyes but fought them back and said “I love you, too.”

Then i opened the door and with my little brother in tow, we left the house.

I knew exactly where my Uncle Ed’s house was as I had a habit of visiting him after school or whenever my mom said it was okay. It didn’t take me that long to get there as i knew many short cuts. I knocked on the door, my Uncle Ed opened it and was shocked to see me…to say the least.

Even though my father had said he loved me, i was too terrified to stay there. I wanted to know if my mom was okay and i wanted to get my little brother somewhere safe and that’s exactly what i did.

In my next installment, I’ll tell you just what happened when we moved to Tucson, Arizona. I’ll also share with you how i became a very angry and sad young child at the age of twelve. Join me in The Nightmare that became a Blessing.

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  • Patricia Oshier Bruening on Sep 16, 2009

    I had no idea this happened after I stormed out that night. I\’ll be reading more of your articles , finding out the things I don\’t remember. I was so ticked at him by the time I got to the end I could only think, \”if he crosses my path again, I\’ll killhim.\”

    Sounds like you\’re dealing with it all pretty well, though. I don\’t remember the fight part of this but I probably will when my mind is ready to handle it. Well done, and I so wish none of this had happened–but hindsight is always 20/20. What matters is what we do now. You are the strongest person I know and I can\’t take credit for that. YOu\’ve done well in spite of m e. Now, off to do errands.



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