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My son was kidnapped by his father

Blake was Born January 13th 2011. I was 20 years old. I was dating his father for 3 years before he was born. A few months after Blake was born we had a falling out and his father wasn’t around much, A year later on Father’s Day June 18th, I receive a phone call from him requesting to see Blake that day. He demanded to spend time with him alone. I was too kind to agree and allowed his to take Blake for the day. We agreed on a time and a place to meet for pick up and drop off.

Later that night I am waiting for Blake to come back. I call and I receive no response. After 30 minutes of waiting I receive a call from his father telling me he was leaving and reporting me for child abandonment. I called and searched all night looking for them. Running around the city looking in all of the places he likes to go. I was in a panic that I have never felt before in my life. I felt like my world was ending. I called my mother and went to her house and we called the police together.

The only information we found was that his father took him to Alaska and no one has seen or heard from him. He turned off his phone and left it in his hotel room. He deleted all of his social media information. We searched for years. And just to let you know how often I looked for him, I found a post of Blake at the zoo that was posted only 5 hours before I found it on one of his families Facebook pages. The moment I tried to reach out and ask about the photo and any information they may have, the post was removed. That was the first time I had any proof Blake was alive after 3 years of searching for him.

I moved often searching, all over the country lost in myself. I never stayed in one place for too long. But last year I move back to my home town where Blake and I lived. I move in with an old friend and I get a job at the Portland Airport working for a company that cleaned planes for Alaska Airlines. Every day at work was hard. Always searching all of the faces of everyone who got on or off the planes to see if they would show up.

Thanksgiving comes around and while I am at work I get a phone call from his father’s mother. We talked for hours. She told me all about Blake and that he was in Alaska and they are homeless and in hiding. She wants to help me get my son back. She told me horror stories of how His father and his new wife treat him. I was full of emotions good and bad. She told me that they are planning to move back to Portland OR where I was currently living.

This was the best news I have ever had in my entire life. She is going to give me the flight information for when they will arrive. They are currently saving money to try to get down here. The amazing thing is that I work at the Airport they will arrive and all I have to do is show up and take him. I can have the police who work there and security that I am friends with help me with any conflicts. They have no idea that I will be there waiting.

But my only issue is money. Blake turns 6 in only a few days and I have nothing for him. I have been trying to save up as much money as possible. I am looking to move out of my current apartment where I can have Blake with me. It’s going to take a lot of money to get him everything he needs to start over.

I will need to pay for some special schooling, because they haven’t taken him to school yet. He also seems to have a learning disability from what she has told me. He has developed in a poor environment and will need some medical attention. Clothes, Food, Toys, bedding, hygiene supplies, and so on. It is going to take a lot of money. And I hate to be here asking you for this. I have been living and taking care of myself for years, but now it seems I should let some pride go as ask for help.
My family have been supportive and are excited to get him back. We cannot wait to have Blake in our lives again.

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