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[theresa_trejo]

There were a couple emails in my inbox when I went to check in this morning. Benny emailed to say that my mom had been in the shop asking her questions. Benny the sweetheart, played dumb and said she had just moved there from South Africa and didn’t know any of the answers to my moms questions. Thank god Tris wasn’t there. Cause he probably

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[ct_char]

I am ready for when Theresa comes home. After we were told of her activities we went through her room. Not without pangs of concience, this is our daughter and we want to respect her privacy but the duties of a parent sometimes supercede that. What we found there made things so much worse than what we had been told. Books and candles, a journal that talked of spells and vampires and her "teachers" we did find one reference to Tori Anderson and her dating a demon.

This must stop. If we do not control the situation now who knows what will happen.

We sit waiting for her to come home from the airport with the evidence on the coffee table and I hold Rosa's hand wishing I knew exactly what to say to make her feel better.

[ct_char]

These things that we have discovered about our Theresa still do not seem real, but there is no denying the evidence that is layed out before us. My heart feels like someone has wrenched it from my body as I look at the things on the coffee table. I have failed my daughter, I have somehow been remiss in my attemps to raise her in the light of our Father's love and this is the result.

Hector and I have prayed on this and he is right that this must not continue. We must either save her now or turn her away from our family before she can bring this evilness to our remaining children. First Carlos, now our Theresa, where have Hector and I gone wrong?

I hold his hand tightly, taking what small comfort that I can from his strong presence as we wait for our daughter to come home.

[theresa_trejo]

Coming in the front door, I call out to the girls to get their presents, I expect them to come flying down the stairs but its really quiet. I call for my parents, thinking maybe they're all out or something, I here my dad say 'in here' from the living room.

Heading that way, "Hey where are the girls, I brought them.." My voice trails off when I see my stuff sitting on the coffee table. "Whats going on?"

[ct_char]

"Sit down Theresa." I wait for her to approach and I know that my voice is sad and I steel it. I can't be weak, the devil strikes through those who will not do what must be done.

"We had a visitor while you were gone, and he told us what you were doing. We didn't want to believe it but as you can see you've provided the evidence of your involvement with the occult with your own hands." I pick up and show her the journal.

"I want you to tell us about this and renounce it."