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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