What Is Significant Event in My Life?

What is significant event in my life?

September 1, 2002, started as an ordinary day; my daughter Nicole Zavala, son Francisco Clavijo and I were going to the store to get some food for our pets in Virginia. We stopped for fuel, ate lunch, and talked about what we would do when we got back home. I was in the kitchen getting ready to make dinner when the phone rang. I got a phone call from one of the detectives in Wincester telling me I had to come to Illinois because my youngest son, Nicolas Zavala Jr. had come up missing and that I needed to contact the police department as soon as possible. The detective said I had to call them back as soon as possible. My first initial reaction was to scream, cry, yell, and believe it was all a lie and it couldn't be true.

I called the police back to see what was really going on, they informed me that, yes, my youngest son Nicolas Zavala Jr. was missing. Because Oakford Indiana is where he was staying for the summer. So I pack a bag and took off to Illinois because that is where my family lived. I was thinking if this is true I was going to fine the person or persons and make them pay for their crime. When I had arrived at my family's house, they were sitting there crying I ask them what was wrong and come to find out they knew that my son was missing Nicolas Zavala Jr. I had to go to the police station in the next morning. He was staying in Indiana when this all happened. To see what was going on, and come to fine out truth was the police knew there was foul play going on with the case.

The police told me to go talk to my mother, Margaret William about what had happened to my son Nicolas, because they knew something was wrong and she was not saying anything to them. But I was so mad about what they had said to me that I could've killed them both her and my youngest brother Miguel. I was told by the Detective Windchester not to go in her house . My sister, Donna Molina, and my stepsister, Lisa Molina, my sisters went in her house to see what was going on and to fine out anything about my son. My mother had seen me and wanted me to go in the house, but my sisters told her that I was going to kill her if I went in.

She wouldn't say anything to them so we left my mother's house soon after, we had to to the gas station to talk to the workers and they said they knew some information about my son and who would talk to us. We found out from the source that my mother and my brother and something to do with his disappearance. I called the police station to let them what we had found out about the case. I was told yes it was correct so I had agreed to a polygraph test. I had nothing to hide, he was my son not theirs. And yes I passed the polygraph test.

I had told the police department if they didn't go to the media in October, and November that was going to go and it wouldn't be anything nice that I had to say. They

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