Something Bizarre Was Happening To My Daughter, So I Secretly Installed A Camera In Her Room…
I truly hope some of you who have more knowledge in the fields of mental illness and/or the strange and unnatural could possibly help me rationally deduce what's happening with my daughter.
As I’m about to explain, I live a relatively isolated life. There haven’t been many people I’ve been able to speak to about this. I truly hope some of you who have more knowledge in the fields of mental illness and/or the strange and unnatural could possibly help me rationally deduce what’s happening with my daughter.
November 5th, 2006 was the single best and most defining day of my life; it was the day I brought my daughter Kelly into the world. I was an atheist, brought up by a prominently atheist family, but the moment my gynaecologist put her into my arms, I knew God was there, I could feel Him there. I’d be foolish not to believe in a god after laying eyes on her; the embellishment of beauty, my divinity. Only when you actually become a mother or father do you realize true meaning of the purest and most primal form of love. There isn’t a single thing I wouldn’t do and stone I wouldn’t for turn this child. From the moment I saw her, my own wants and needs became instantly irrelevant, I was all about her now, it was all for her.
We live in a small town in western Canada called Strathcona. I’m a single mom; Kelly’s vile, coward of a father had never been in the picture, nor made any sort of attempt to reach out to his daughter or I since the day he found out I was pregnant, so he was utterly unimportant. I’ve raised her alone ever since with minimal help from my parents, who had moved to Montreal after I graduated from college and got a job as a chartered accountant. They left me as soon as they knew I could fend for myself…they just left. While many Chinese parents choose to stay and maintain close familial ties with their children and extended families, as tradition, something about me seemed to drive my parents away. They’d always felt distant from me since childhood. They only come to visit us during the holidays, otherwise, it’s just my baby and I most of the time; isolated, happy. I’ve never felt the need to let anyone else into our lives.
