This morning I watched a moth fluttering at the window. I always have a special empathy for the insects I find in my windows. If they are at the screen and I am closing the window, I always make sure to get them out first, because I know that if they are trapped in between they will die. Most often I will catch them in a cup and take them outside, because I know they are just trying to get free. They can see the outdoors, the trees where they live, where maybe their families or colonies reside, but even though it seems to be right there in front of them they cannot get through this impenetrable, invisible barrier.
I wonder, Michaela, if you are like this moth at the window? You can see us here now. Surely after all the publicity after Jaycee, you have found us. You can see me, you can see your family and your home, and you know we are waiting for you, longing for you. I believe you long for us also, but perhaps you just don't know how to get through that invisible barrier. So I send you these letters, and they are kind of like the cup I use to scoop up the insects and carry them outside. They are always terrified and reluctant when they are confronted with this cup. They think they are going to die. But then I lift the lid and there they are, free.
While I was thinking this morning, it occurred to me that there might be other people who would read my blog as well -- people who are separated from their families for one reason or another. Perhaps they are runaways, or perhaps they have been abducted by a parent. I just want to say that even though this is me writing to my missing daughter, you should take my words for yourself also. Somewhere there is someone who misses you, and no matter what the time or circumstances, no matter what may have happened or what you may have done, your family loves you, and longs for you. So go home. Call them, write to them, go and knock on the door. Don't be like a moth at the window, who will die from the heat of the sun and the lack of nourishment while it sees visions of freedom it can't obtain.
And Michaela, once again ..."I love you forever.... As long as I'm living, my baby you'll be."