raced home, tears running down my
face. I loved Fufi so much. To see
her with another boy, acting like
she didn’t know me, after I raised
her, after all the nights we spent
together. I was heartbroken.
That evening Fufi didn’t come
home. Because the other family
thought I was coming to steal their
dog, they had decided to lock her
inside, so she couldn’t make it back
the way she normally did to wait for
us outside the fence. My mom got
home from work. I was in tears. I
told her Fufi had been kidnapped.
We went back to the house. My
mom rang the bell and confronted