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Stockholm Syndrome is when a captive alligns with their captor for self preservation. 

They wanted me to get on the stand and testify against Daddy. I was not about to. These strangers who wanted to hug me made me sick. I did not know them; they felt like aliens. I have nightmares now. I want to go back home. “He’s not even related to you!” the woman said. I hate her more now than I did yesterday Which I did not know was possible. This is your father, she said, pointing to the weird guy. I am your mother. He stole you when you were only three. I jumped when she said this. Her voice scares me. It is whiny and begging; a stranger’s voice. He is my DADDY! I screamed at them. I ran back to the room where they kept me. Plopped down in the corner and put the blanket over my eyes. Something caught my eye. A stuffed frog. Wilbur, I said. Not knowing why. It was as weird as they were. I wanted my DADDY. I hated these strangers.

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Date: 7/1/2020 10:56:00 AM
Wow! Great write, sad tale well told! I feel it!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/2/2020 2:02:00 AM
Thank you Kim. This was for a specific poetry contest; we were to write anything we wanted about Stockholm Syndrome. I know it is real.
Date: 6/30/2020 7:06:00 PM
Caren, What a compelling write. My late husband was in the foster care system as a child, then as a teenager. His mother left him with a bad person who put bruises on him. Fortunately, his aunt rescued him. You have such a brilliant way of reaching your readers. :)))
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/2/2020 2:02:00 AM
Thank you Regina. I am thrilled that you stopped by.