It doesn't matter how much time goes by. When her birthday comes up it all comes back and I get stuck thinking about that night. She was a very small girl, 4'9. They didn't even take her to a hospital, just dumped her body on an Indian reservation to rot.
It made me crazy as a kid to think about and still does.
Worse now as a mother.
I know she's smoking a blunt, listening to 2pac somewhere, telling me to STFU and be happy. She hated moping/negativity. Like a Libra lol