never miss another strange story subscribe and hit the bell sit back and get comfortable I have a few stories to share with you I had always thought that I was adopted but mother and James he refused to be called father by the way told me that I was their little miracle wasn't until a bleak morning in May that I was finally bored enough to read the side of a milk carton when our rickety breakfast table Amanda price age six when abducted would now be fifteen years old she was last seen wearing a white t-shirt and purple overalls if you have any information as to the whereabouts of Amanda price please call I dropped the carton milk came flying out in every direction leaving the room coated in the beverage I knew I was Amanda I had to be I had never felt like a Melissa I had never seen any photo of mother pregnant or a baby book reporting all of my milestones James always brought me up in fights against mother the room spun and I let the creeping darkness of unconsciousness take me when I awoke I scribbled down the phone number from the spilled chug on my arm wiped up the mess with a paper towel and headed on my way to school there was a payphone outside the main office I could have some privacy I tried to explain the situation to the ruefully unprepared man on the other end of the line he offered to pick me up from school so he could take me to my real parents as someone who never fit in with my family this was a dream come true it wasn't until I was back in his chair shackled and beat I noticed his printer it was large enough that he could print whatever he wanted to on cardboard his job as a grocery clerk allowed him to plant whatever images he pleased the milk cartons she's only now as I see my reflection is not that I realized just how much I look like my mother [Music] [Music]