🌸 "Hi, I’m Macy Grace" 🌸

Forever 2 - but never forgotten

Hi. My name is Macy Grace Ditty, but some people called me Mixie Trixie or their little fairy pixie. I was born on the 14th of December, 2012 - that was one of the happiest days for my family.

People would say I had big eyes, little curls & the softest giggle. 

I liked cuddles, cartoons & getting up super early - because whenever the sky was awake, I wanted to be awake too. Just like Anna said in my all-time favourite movie Frozen:
“The sky’s awake, so I’m awake, so we have to play!”

I was almost three.

I had a big heart & a big smile, but my last days weren’t happy. 

I was scared. 

I was hurt. 

There were times I cried & nobody came - not to help, anyway.

On my last day, I tried so hard to be brave, even when I was tired & hurting all over. My little body just couldn’t take it anymore. 

But then, an angel came.
She was gentle. 

She was warm. 

She wrapped her wings around me & said I didn’t have to be scared anymore. 

The pain stopped. 

The fear stopped. 

I wasn’t alone.

Now, I live up here - somewhere soft & quiet, where there’s no yelling, no hitting, no being made to stand in the corner until I fall asleep on my feet.
Up here, no one pulls my hair or tells me I smell bad. 

Up here, I get to be a kid again.

But I see my family back on Earth.

My nannas, my aunties & uncles, my daddy - I see them cry. 

I see them bring out my blanket once a year & hold it like they’re holding me.
I see them write about me, love me, fight for me. 

Aunt Shelly tells the world about me on a thing called Facebook with a page just for me - @justiceformacy - so no one forgets.
I hope they never do.

Sometimes, I hear people ask, “What happened to that little girl?”

Well… I was with my nanny. 

I was safe. 

But then Mummy said she wanted me back.
I didn’t know why, but I went.
I never made it to Christmas. 

I never made it to three.

I’m not supposed to say too much - they say people are innocent until proven guilty.
But I remember everything. 

The cold bath. 

The corner. 

The ache in my belly. 

The scared feeling. 

I remember being told I was bad, that I was disgusting.
I was just little. 

I just needed love.

I try to keep an eye on my baby sister now. 

I hope she never feels the way I did. 

I hope someone sees her. 

Hears her. 

Protects her.

Please keep saying my name. 

Keep sharing my story.
Keep standing up for kids like me who don’t get second chances.
& please, don’t be nice to people who hurt children - not even if they’re smiling in their photos or saying it wasn’t their fault.
Even kids know lying is bad - they must be bad people to lie about something that hurt me so much.

I might be gone, but I’m still watching. 

Still waiting. 

Still hoping for justice.
I’m only two forever - but you can make sure I’m never forgotten.

Love from the clouds,
Macy Grace 💜
Your little fairy pixie

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Caylee's Last Day - Monday, 16 June 2008

💛My Last Day – Monday, 16 June 2008💛

(Told from Caylee’s perspective)

I woke up on the morning of 16 June 2008, just like I always did. It was a Monday, though I didn’t really know what that meant yet. I was two, almost three – Nan had taught me to count that far. But that morning, she had already gone to work before I got up, so I didn’t see her.

JoJo was home, though. He gave me brekkie & watched one of his shows on TV. Mommy was getting me ready. I had my pink shirt that said something about big trouble, my blue shorts & my hair was up how I wanted, in a ponytail. I think JoJo was about to leave for work too when Mommy told me, “Tell JoJo we’re going to see Zanny.” So I did.

I put on my big sunglasses – it was sunny outside – & had my backpack too. JoJo walked us outside to the car. He helped buckle me into my seat – he always made sure the straps were just right. Then he gave me a kiss. I didn’t know that would be the last time I’d ever see him.

We didn’t go far. I remember sitting in my car seat, watching trees go by. Then we sat in the car, not far from home. I was listening to Mommy talk on her phone to her friends. She sounded happy. I thought we were going somewhere fun, but then we went back home. That was strange. JoJo wasn’t there anymore.

Mommy was on the computer for a while. I sat & played quietly. I didn’t know what she was doing, but the words on the screen read “foolproof suffication.” (How she spelled it). I didn’t know what that meant. I just knew it didn’t look like a nice word.

I'm not sure if I was still there when later, Mommy made more phone calls. She called Nan & other people too, but no one answered. She kept trying. I wondered if something was wrong. What had happened? Did it already happen, or was it about to?

I wanted to go play outside. I wanted to see Nan. I wanted to be held.

But something changed. The day got quiet. Too quiet.

That night, Mommy went to Blockbuster with her boyfriend. She was laughing & smiling. She picked out movies & held his hand.

But I wasn’t there.

I was somewhere else – somewhere dark & alone.

Why didn’t I get to go with Mommy?

Why?

💔 Dear Caylee, we'll never understand why, but we do know that we'll never forget you – who you were & what happened to you.

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