My camera is missing. I think my daughter stole it then sold it. I asked her tonight if she knew where it was and she said she didn’t know. She was the last one to use it. She had it on the keyboard drawer of my desk for the last while. Then tonight, I noticed it wasn’t there. I think she was taking selfies with it. She asked for money. I told her that we didn’t have much that we had bills to pay and groceries to buy. She made herself a couple of sandwiches and ate half of them, then left. We went to the bank machine at the store around the corner and I got out a few bucks and gave some to her. She tried to get me to give her more money. I knew she was gonna do that, she always does. I gave her some change and told her that would have to do for now. That she could always go to the food bank. She said that she didn’t need the money for food. I told her that she could go anyways and with the money she saved on food, she could get herself other things that she needs.
My husband doesn’t want anything to do with her. He doesn’t even want me to let her in when she knocks on the door, but I can’t help it. She’s my daughter. They used to be so close when she was little, she was Daddy’s Girl. I wish I knew where my camera was. I have an old digital one that I used to use, I could always use that. But it’s the principle of the thing. I was MY camera, with my pictures on it. Now it’s probably gone forever. At least I had all of my photos downloaded. I wish she hadn’t lied about not knowing where it was. It’s bad enough that she stole it, then sold it, now she lies about it.
Rant over. Thanks for listening,
– Joyce.
