5-years, 7-months, 24-days into Samantha’s abduction Part 2

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Friday, July 4, 2014: It’s worth repeating. HAPPY BIRTHDAY UNITED STATES!!! Looking good for being 238-years old! Little did I know that 6-years ago today, it would be on the last vacation with Samantha before she was abducted in such a cold and calculated manner by Adriana Coronel Tenorio (AKA Adriana Howitt Coronel, Ari Coronel, Ari Coronel Tenorio, Ari Howitt, Ari Howitt Coronel). It was also at this time when Adriana had taken off to Spain for 3-months. In fact by July 4, 2008, she was already 2-months into her trip to Spain. It would be another 3-weeks before she arrived back home.

Not crying over spilled milk, the rest of us rented a beach house and celebrated the 4th of July in style. Catching our own fish right off the beach for the best grilled fish tacos ever made, if I do say so my self. Of course there was plenty of junk food to be had as captured in the picture above. The living room of this house faced the ocean, as it should have. Samantha and I fell asleep at night on this massive couch, the rhythmic sounds of the waves crashing 100-feet from the back patio could cure even the worst case on insomnia.

That morning, Samantha made her way into the kitchen and helped herself to the chocolate cake sitting in the fridge. Her giggling woke me up. I tried my best not to let her know I was onto her. As I pretended to still be sleeping, Samantha sits on the coffee table next to the massive couch and plasters my face with chocolate cake. As we sat there laughing hysterically, I reached for my camera and took the picture above, somehow capturing Samantha is such an angelic manner. This is the Samantha always looked at me. I melt every time.

After Samantha’s abduction, it would be this picture that I carried around with me everywhere. Those first few days of sheer terror and panic not knowing what happened or why, it was this picture that gave me comfort. Somehow I knew I would see that look on Samantha’s face in person again.

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