Lauren’s Story – The Travels of Dr. Rebecca Harper
I used to spend the summer with my grandfather when I was about seven years old. He drove to Kentucky to pick me up. My mom, who had my younger brother and sister, was happy to shed one kid, even if it was only for a month or two.
Grandpa and I flew to Reno to borrow horses and ride all over the area where she was considered to be buried. My dad searched for several months after my mom went missing, but he had to return to school and work.
We were lucky because my aunt stayed with me while my dad studied and worked. My Dad married my aunt two years after my bio-mother went missing. I call her Mom. She’s my “bio-mom’s” older sister, yet I don’t ever remember her as anyone but my mom. I think about my biological mom occasionally.
To be honest, however, my interest in her has faded. I have a sister and a brother who are still in school. I believe my brother will also become a vet, but my little sister wants nothing to do with horses. She takes after my mom and isn’t into riding. My mom and dad love fishing and hiking …