A beautiful healthy baby a week before she was abducted.
by Jamie Sullivan
Hello, I am Delonna Sullivan and I died while in foster care on April 11, 2011. I was 4 months old.
I want to tell you what happened to me through my mother, Jamie Sullivan because I can’t tell you and you should know so you can protect your children.
On April 5, 2011, about 9:00 a.m. there was a knock at our door. Two child care persons and an RCMP officer were there with apprehension Orders ...for the children of my mother’s female roommate. They took the roommate’s children and then demanded me from my mother. I was scared and didn’t want to go. As I looked into my mother’s eyes I was pleading with her not to let them take me but there were three of them and my mother could not battle all three while holding me. They took me to their car, but they didn’t even have a car seat for me. Why didn’t the RCMP officer stop them then? To keep me safe my mother loaned them my car seat.
They took me to a strange place. I could hear my mother and my grandmother pleading with them to let her or my grandmother look afer me. They refused.
I was taken to a strange home and put into the arms of a strange woman. The food she fed me tasted different, I got diarrhea within one day.
I was allowed to visit my mother and grandmother two days after I was taken for less than one hour. It felt wonderful to be in my mother’s arms again, but my bum was sore. My mom and grandmom noticed that I had diarrhea and that I had dried feces on my bottom. They also pointed out that I had a diaper rash for the 1st time in my life and had red marks on my head. Both mom and grandmom told the strange woman that I should be taken to see a doctor. The strange woman said that if the diarrhea didn’t clear up in a few days she would make an appointment for me to be seen by a doctor.
I was taken away again. I cried for my mom and because my bum hurt. Nobody would listen. I was finally taken to a hospital the following Monday about 2:00 p.m. I died about 4:00 p.m. on April 11, 2011. Nobody told my mom I was dying.
When my mom was told at about 10:00 p.m. that I had died, she immediately came to see me. She held me one last time for awhile and then laid me down to rest forever.
