To the people who stole my most cherish memories of my childhood. And my family legacy. You took my father’s collection of family photos and history of our family from the early 40s black and white photos.
These are prints from Peru and Washington DC. It’s the only physical copies I had of my family heritage. I beg of you to return it. Please.
It’s bad enough we could not have my father’s ashes in his death. But you stole my last connection with my bloodline history.
We paid for over 5 years with increasing prices and for what to keep our belongings safe here which we assumed.
My collections as a kid growing up which were memories created and, cherished with my mother and father all stolen and ripped away from my hands. I honestly don’t know what it is the point of being good anymore in this world when evil is always prevailing.
I have nothing to hand down now to my family as a memory of where we come from who we are. Only left with not trusting anyone in this world anymore. I hope you at least save the photos and do the right thing please turn them in to the local authorities.
This is how the world is now. No hope at all. Just crime ridden drug infested a cesspool of degenerates who strive for nothing in life other than justifying their disgusting existence. May god and karma find you and exile you from your suffering.
