Samantha, where are you my beautiful baby girl, my daughter that I
always call my special pearl.

They have taken you away, where I do not know, but I'll look for you
forever, no matter how far I must go.

I write to you each day and each night, and the rage I carry hurts,
for what they have done to you is just not right.

Do you feel me, Sam, missing you each day, do you feel my love I have
for you, but you aren't able to hear me say.

They are keeping us apart, trying to force our bond to break, but
the love you and I share would be impossible for them to take.

I pray to God, asking him over and over why, then the tears start to
fall for you, and I begin to cry.

I can't lose hope that you will come back to me someday, I will wait
for you forever, my heart grieves for you each day.

I will find you, My Precious Girl, and if it's the last breath I draw,
I will see them pay.

The memories that should have been ours for life, to cherish through
the years, have been washed away with all our tears.

When you come back to me like I know you will, I believe God will
have some special surprises for me and for you.

He will heal our painful past, and bless us with new memories that
will last and last.

You're a part of me.
I'm part of you.

I  love you, Sam,
Mother

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