I don't know if you will ever know how abused I was by those people. That is why I have worried so much about you. I remember your sweet face the last time I saw you. It melted my heart. I am glad you didn't have to see me handcuffed and chained, or told to "hurry up!" as I struggled to keep up behind the officer, or how he bullied me to get into the van, but it was too high up for my legs. I had nothing to grab to pull myself up except I managed to put my little finger in a ring on the front seat and somehow pulled a muscle in my upper leg area. It has been a nightmare. I dont know how it was/is justified.