Ever since the day I remember my daughter's existence, I been thinking about all those moments of my life they have stolen from me. What other important, loving memories they have erased from me. My wedding? Did I had a wedding? Did I baptized Clara? Was I a single parent? I don't even know. They did what they wanted. They made me, cry. I haven't stop crying ever since. I need to rescue her. How? My knowledge of them is still very limited at best. I will stop at nothing to get her back. I'm tired of this.