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| Dear Mommy,
It's me Caylee,writing you from my new home in Heaven. I like it here but I liked it at Mama CC and Papi JoJo's better.I miss my toys and my playhouse. It was so dark and cold where you put me. A cold,watery swamp.Those black bags and Grandma CC's laundry bag.At least Pooh was with me. Where was my favorite dollie? They said you left it in the carseat when you abandoned the car.Sorry I stank it up.But I was dead you know.Remember you killed me. Those three pieces of tape across my nose and mouth,I couldn't breathe.It was a horrible way to die Mommy. You should have just broken my neck,quickly. That would have been better. But then again,no one knows how I suffered. Or how I died.There were only bones left when they found my remains.No DNA,no flesh,the animals had ate it all off. Those 12 jurors,they found you not guilty.But mama,millions know that's not the way it is supposed to be.You did it,you know it.So many in there gut,in there heart know it. You will never be really free.I am sorry for you.I am sorry I made your life so unhappy that you had to rid yourself of me.I am sorry your life is all about lies and more lies. I am sad that 12 jurors believed your lies. The prosecution said it all when they said "You do not make a accident look like murder.In all reality you try your best to make a murder look like a accident" I rest my case. "I'm going swimming now...oh and that drowning story and those lies about grandpa. How could you mama? Notice I am talking really good now mama ? Written 2008 July by Cynthia Martz-Rivera |
| Letter From Caylee in Heaven |
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