Sad

It is quite difficult for me to write this entry. I don’t want to go through the details. I was held up by a cab driver and his companion last week.

Yesterday, I was crying as I sorted through my belongings. I cried because I remembered the picture inside the wallet that was taken from me. My wallet had a picture of me, my dad and my mom. I’ve had that picture with me since my father died. I found it in his wallet after he passed away, and kept it in mine so I could remember him everyday. I know he kept that picture for twenty years.

Last week, I lost things that I love and have had with me for years. Gifts given to me by my mom, brother, aunt... So many things that bring with them a lot of good memories. Even my engagement and “wedding” rings from Denver.

People have been saying that the important thing is that I’m alive. I know that. I was so afraid for my life that I just did everything I was told, and willingly gave everything I owned.

I’m just very sad. I wish I had begged for that picture.