and tonight lawmakers urging the Biden Administration to provide explanations for The Disappearance of 85,000 migrant children representative Juan Cisco Mani has written a letter to the administration raising concerns about unaccompanied migrant children being handed over to adults and then failing to keep track of them I've worked as a delivery guy all my life it wasn't a job I loved or even liked but it was a job that paid the bills and gave me some kind of stability growing up I wasn't exactly the type of kid you'd expect to go far in school academics didn't come
easy to me and no matter how hard I tried I always seem to fall behind College was never really an option it wasn't in the cards for me I didn't have the grades the focus or the opportunities to pursue that kind of future when I think about it now I wonder if things could have been different if someone had guided me but back then I didn't have any anyone showing me the way I also wasn't skillful enough to get into something like construction those kinds of jobs paid well and they were reliable but they required
a level of expertise I just didn't have it wasn't that I didn't want to learn but I didn't have the resources or the time to train for something like that so I ended up in delivery the pay was good enough and I could work long hours to make ends me it wasn't Glamorous by any means but it was honest work and it kept my family fed I started my career at FedEx loading and unloading trailers it was grueling work long hours of heavy lifting bending and Hauling boxes until my back felt like it was going
to give out and then one day it did I hurt my back so badly that I couldn't keep doing that kind of physical labor that injury forced me to leave and I had to find something else something less demanding on my body that's when I transitioned to delivery driving sitting in a truck all day wasn't great for my back either but at least I wasn't lifting heavy boxes for hours on end now my days were spent delivering everything from furniture to regular boxes filled with ordinary items I had to work long hours sometimes 10 or
12 hours a day to make enough money to cover rent groceries and all the other the bills that came with raising a family my kids were still young but I was determined to give them a future I never had I didn't want them to grow up struggling like I did they deserved better and I was willing to do whatever it took to make sure they had every opportunity in life my wife however didn't work she stayed home to take care of our kids which I appreciated more than I could ever put into words ra raising
children is no easy task and I knew that her being there for them was invaluable but that also meant I was the sole bread winner the one responsible for keeping everything afloat every dollar I earned was stretched thin and there were times when it felt like no matter how much I worked it still wasn't enough I always made sure to tell my boss that if there were ever extra hours or additional jobs he should call me first I wasn't shy about letting him know how much I needed the work every single hour made a difference
for my family especially since my hourly wage wasn't exactly High thankfully my boss was a good guy he understood my situation and always looked out for me anytime there was an opportunity for overtime or an extra shift I was the first person he called it wasn't much but it was something and I was grateful for it one afternoon I was at home sitting in that familiar silence that comes with days off it had been about 3 days since I'd last worked and the absence of a call from my boss was making me anxious I knew
this job alone wasn't cutting it and I had already started thinking about applying for a second job I was willing to sacrifice sleep if it meant being able to support my family better but just as I was about to sit down and start filling out applications my phone rang my boss's name flashed on the screen and I immediately picked up the only time my boss ever called me was when there was work to be done so I didn't hesitate hello I said trying to hide the relief in my voice I need you to meet me
at a warehouse he said his tone unusually serious it's a different location one you've never been to before there's a good job for you but I need to explain it in person I didn't even think twice I told him I'd be there and we hung up the moment the call ended I felt a mix of excitement and nerves a good job sounded promising but his tone had been so serious that it left me wondering what exactly he had in mind still I wasn't going to question it I quickly got ready grabbed my keys and drove
to the address he'd given me the drive wasn't far but it felt longer than it should have my mind was racing with possibilities what kind of job could this be why the sudden urgency by the time I pulled up to the warehouse I felt a strange mix of anticipation and unease the building was massive with high metal walls and a cold industrial feel there wasn't anyone else around just me and my boss standing outside waiting when I parked and walked over to to him he didn't waste any time come with me he said leading me
inside the warehouse was huge but it was eily empty except for the rows of massive containers that lined the walls they looked like cages large reinforced and locked tight I'd never seen anything like them before I need you to deliver these he said motioning to the containers there are about 20 of them but you'll have to make four trips because they won't all fit in the truck at once the destination is a private residence a celebrity's house Diddy you know who that is I shook my head no idea my boss chuckled doesn't matter he's a
big deal in the music world all you need to know is that this job pays well really well if you do this right you'll make what you usually make in a year all in one day hearing that was like a punch to the gut but in a good way a year salary in one day it sounded too good to be true but I wasn't about to turn it down what's the catch I asked half joking you can't tell anyone he said his tone suddenly serious again not your co-workers not your wife no one think of
this as a private Gig if word gets out it could cause problems jealousy questions whatever just keep it between us I nodded got it the plan was Simple Start early the next morning load the truck with as many containers as it could hold and drive to Diddy's house the address was about 40 minutes away and my boss wouldn't be there to oversee things he handed me the keys to the truck and the warehouse then gave me a few final instructions this is important he said don't mess this up and remember no one finds out about
this understand I nodded again trying to ignore the uneasy feeling creeping into my chest this was the opportunity of a lifetime and I wasn't about to let it slip through my fingers that night I went home and told my wife about the job I didn't tell her everything I couldn't but I told her enough to get her excited when I mentioned the pay her eyes lit up with hope even my kids seemed thrilled though they didn't fully understand seeing their happiness made me even more determined to get this right this wasn't just about me it
was about them the next morning I woke up before the sun had even thought about Rising the alarm clock wasn't needed I was too Restless to sleep much anyway this job felt like a turning point something that could finally pull us out of the financial hole we'd been stuck in for years I got dressed quickly kissed my wife and kids goodbye while they were still asleep and head headed out the door the drive to the warehouse was quiet with only the hum of my car engine breaking the Stillness of the early morning when I arrived
the warehouse was just as empty and Silent as it had been the day before the air was cold and heavy and the faint Echoes of my footsteps as I walked inside felt almost unnerving the containers were still lined up against the walls looming large and imposing in the dim light I approached the first one and realized just how heavy they were even with my bad back I managed to lift them but it wasn't easy each container felt like it was loaded with something dense something that didn't shift or rattle when I moved it my mind
wandered to what could possibly be inside but I quickly pushed the thought away it wasn't my business after what felt like an eternity of struggling and sweating I loaded the first four containers onto the truck my muscles achd and my back was screaming in protest but I reminded myself why I was doing this this wasn't just about a paycheck it was about securing a future for my family I couldn't afford to complain or back out now the drive to Diddy's house started out uneventful but as I got closer the landscape began to change the houses
grew larger more extravagant until they no longer looked like homes but palaces each one was more impressive than the last and by the time I reached the address I was almost in disbelief the Mansion stood behind towering gates with sprawling Lawns and an air of luxury that felt almost otherworldly as I pulled up to the gate I was met by a pair of security guards they were dressed in black with ear pieces and Stern Expressions that told me they weren't here to make small talk one of them stepped forward and motioned for me to roll
down my window who are you he asked his voice clipped and professional I gave him my name and explained that I was there for a delivery he nodded then asked for my ID after scrutinizing it for what felt like far too long he motioned to another guard who opened a clipboard and handed me a document to sign I glanced at the paper but the print was small and I didn't have the patience to read it I scribbled my signature and handed it back pop the truck the first guard said I did as he asked stepping
out of the vehicle as they inspected the containers two more guards appeared and began unloading them working quickly and efficiently I watched as They Carried the heavy containers with ease their movements precise and almost mechanical wanting to break the silence I tried to strike up a conversation so uh what's all this for I asked casually forcing a smile the guard closest to me turned his head slowly and fixed me with a cold unblinking stare don't worry about it he said his tone flat and devoid of emotion just do your job and keep your mouth shut
the way he said it sent a chill down my spine I nodded quickly not wanting to push my luck once the containers were unloaded one of the guards handed me a small key fob use this next time he said it'll get you through the first gate I took the fob pocketed it and climbed back into the truck as I drove away I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off the God's secrecy their sharp responses it all felt wrong but I reminded myself that this was a high-profile client of course there would be extra precautions
people like Diddy valued their privacy and I was just the guy delivering boxes it wasn't my place to question anything when I got back to the warehouse I loaded the next set of containers and made my second trip this time something strange caught my eye as I approached the Mansion I saw a woman leading a group of children toward the house there were at least a dozen of them maybe more walking in a single fire line they were all different r races black white asian Hispanic and they ranged in age from what looked like toddlers
to teenagers what struck me most though was their expressions they didn't smile they didn't laugh they didn't even look scared they just stared Straight Ahead their faces completely blank like they weren't really there by the time I reached the gate they were gone Hing through a side entrance I hadn't noticed before the gods didn't acknowledge what I'd seen and I didn't dare ask about it I dropped off the containers scanned the fob as instructed and made my way back to the warehouse for the third trip but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get
the image of those kids out of my head something about it didn't sit right with me who were they and why were they there on my final trip the tension in my chest had built to the point where I felt like I could barely breathe I told myself to focus us on the job to think about the money but the unees gnawed at me like a persistent itch I couldn't scratch when I arrived at the Mansion for the last time the gods were waiting for me they unloaded the containers as usual but this time they
handed me a black duffel bag your payment one of them said curtly I unzipped the bag just enough to peek inside and my breath caught in my throat it was cash stacks upon stacks of $100 bills more money than I had ever seen in my life my hands trembled as I zipped the bag back up and climbed into the truck I didn't even thank them I just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible when I got home I showed the money to my wife and her reaction was everything I'd hoped for she
cried tears of joy hugging me tightly and thanking me over and over again my kids faces lit up when they saw the bills though they didn't fully understand what it meant for the first time in years we felt hope I quit my job the next day and used the money to start a small business things finally started looking up but years later everything came crashing back when I stumbled upon a headline that stopped me in my tracks Diddy arrested for human trafficking my initial reaction was disbelief it had to be some kind of tabloid nonsense
or another celebrity scandal blown out of proportion but as I clicked on the article and read through the details the accusations chilled me to my core there were Whispers of kidnapped children secret parties and trafficking networks that operated under the radar as the words sank in memories of that job came rushing back the containers the kids the warnings to keep silent everything suddenly felt too real I couldn't stop thinking about the containers I delivered at the time I hadn't questioned their contents but now they loomed large in my mind those reinforced metal cages heavy enough
to require all my strength to move despite my bad back what could they have been holding were they just ordinary cargo or something far darker and then there were the kids I remembered their blank expressions and lifeless stares as they were led into the Mansion they didn't laugh didn't cry didn't even look scared they simply existed like puppets with their strings cut theories about pizza boxes began to take over my thoughts I'd heard the term in conspiracy circles before but had never paid much attention to it now it felt like the key to unlocking everything
I'd seen some said pizza boxes were code for trafficking children While others claimed the term referred to the containers used to transport victims the idea hit me like a punch to the gut were the containers I delivered part of this horrifying system were the kids themselves the so-called pizza boxes hidden in plain sight under the guise of Innocence I didn't want to believe it but the pieces fit together too well even the God's Behavior took on new meaning their sharp responses the relentless insistence on secrecy the F document I hadn't read these weren't normal procedures
for a delivery the way they handed me that bag of cash at the end like it was Hush money felt heavier now than it ever had before the money had changed my life sure but now it felt like it had come at an unimaginable cost sitting there staring at the screen I couldn't help but feel complicit I had been a part of this whether I knew it at the time or not I transported those containers I watched those kids I took that money at the time I told myself it was just another job but deep
down I knew better I chose not to ask questions because I didn't want to know the answers now I'll never stop wondering were those kids saved are they still alive did those containers carry something unspeakable I don't know and I may never know no but one thing is certain sometimes the silence we keep can be more damning than the words we say the money I earned that day might have lifted my family out of poverty but it left a shadow that I can never Escape some things no matter how deeply buried have a way of
clawing their way back to the surface and when they do they demand to be reckoned with
