Friday, March 25, 2011
You Are My Only, my young adult novel about a kidnapped child and the mother who loses her (due out in October from Egmont USA), is a story imagined, a story built on images and then on research. But today, watching this story of a real life kidnap victim who fought for years to be returned to her proper home, I realized that tears were streaming down my cheeks, that sometimes you can imagine much and still be broken when the imagined proves itself to be nearly real. It took Rhonda Patricia Christie decades to find her rightful mom and dad, and she found them just, as the beautiful and sensitive Ann Curry says in this piece, in the nick of time. But why did it take so long? How can this happen? Why aren't our children better protected? Why did no one believe this little girl's story? Why didn't the police help her stolen-from mom?