These Bikers Kidnapped My Twins And I Begged Them Not To Bring Them Back

These bikers kidnapped my twins and I begged them not to bring them back. I know how that sounds. I know what you’re thinking.

But let me explain what happened that day at the grocery store parking lot, and why I’m writing this with tears streaming down my face.

My name is Sarah. I’m a single mom to three-year-old twins, Anna and Ethan. Their father left when they were six months old. Said he couldn’t handle the responsibility. I haven’t heard from him since.

I work two jobs. Morning shift at a medical office. Night shift cleaning offices downtown. My mom watches the kids during the day. I watch them at night. We’re barely surviving but we’re surviving.

That Tuesday started like any other. I had exactly $47 in my checking account and it was five days until payday. I needed diapers, milk, and bread. That’s it. I had a calculator on my phone adding up prices as I shopped.

The twins were tired and cranky. Anna was crying because I wouldn’t buy the cookies she wanted. Ethan was throwing his stuffed dog on the floor over and over. I was exhausted. I’d worked until 3 AM the night before and been up with the kids at 6 AM.

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