Mia Campos, a 16-year-old girl who was pregnant, disappeared in Georgia. Sadly, she has been found dead.
Mia was expecting her first baby, due in the fall. People got worried when she left her parents’ home with someone they didn’t know on July 14th and didn’t come back.
The police in Gwinnett County, Georgia received a report early on July 15th that her body was found in a wooded area near the road.
According to PEOPLE magazine, a family member used a phone app to find Mia’s body. The medical examiner later confirmed that she was killed.
\Last Wednesday, police arrested Mia’s ex-boyfriend, Jesus Monroy, for lying to them. But they haven’t said he killed Mia.
Campos’s family says that Monroy is the father of the baby Mia was going to have before she died. According to 11 Alive, Mia’s parents, Miriam Zarate and Edward Campos, found their daughter’s body just minutes from their house.
“I found my daughter lying face-down,” Edward said.
“It was really tough. I knew something was wrong – her lips, her bleeding nose.”
He added: “We somehow ended up there, and because I didn’t have a flashlight, I just used my phone. Then I said, ‘She’s right there.’ It just broke my heart. Thank God that I found her.”
As per reports, Mia was the youngest of five siblings. Her unborn child, a boy, was expected to be born in September. She had planned to name him Sebastian.
Miriam and Edward told Fox 5 that Monroy was with them for two days after Mia’s death.
“We keep praying every night and that’s why he came with his parents. That’s why I was shocked when they sent me the notice. I was like, ‘Wow,’” Edward explained.
We sincerely hope the person responsible for Mia’s murder is found and apprehended.
My Neighbor Declined to Pay Me the Agreed $250 for Cleaning Her House, I Gave Her a Justifiable Lesson
Neighbors can either become friends or foes, but I never expected mine to turn into both overnight. What began as a simple favor quickly spiraled into a bitter conflict that left us both stunned.
My name is Prudence, and I’m a 48-year-old mother of two. Since my husband Silas walked out on us six years ago, life has been challenging. I work remotely for a call center to support my family while raising my eight-year-old son, Damien, and my infant daughter, Connie. Silas left, claiming he needed space to find himself, and he never returned, leaving me to handle everything alone.
One ordinary day, I was in the kitchen, trying to juggle my responsibilities. Connie asked for cereal, and I was grateful for the distraction. Damien, now a teenager, mumbled about meeting friends before rushing out the door, barely acknowledging me. I felt overwhelmed but carried on, knowing I had to keep things together.
Then, Emery, my new neighbor in her early 30s, knocked on my door. She looked exhausted and upset. She explained that after throwing a wild party, she had to leave town for work and needed help cleaning her messy house. In exchange, she offered me $250. Tempted by the money, I agreed to help her.
When I stepped into her house, I was shocked by the mess. It took two long days of scrubbing, sweeping, and throwing out trash before I finished. My body ached, but I reminded myself of the payment. However, when I finally asked Emery for the money, she acted as if we had never made an agreement. Confused and angry, I realized she had no intention of paying me.
Feeling cheated and disrespected, I returned home and plotted my next move. I couldn’t let her get away with it, so I decided to teach her a lesson. I drove to the local dump, filled my trunk with garbage bags, and returned to her house while no one was around.
Remembering that Emery had left her house key with me, I unlocked her door and dumped the bags of trash all over her floors and counters. I felt a mix of satisfaction and guilt as I left the key under her welcome mat and locked the door behind me.
Later that evening, as I was putting Connie to bed, I heard loud banging at my front door. Emery was furious, demanding to know what I had done to her house. I played it cool, pretending not to know anything. She threatened to call the police, but I reminded her that according to her, I never had the key.
Faced with my calm demeanor, she turned away, seething with anger. I felt a sense of justice knowing I had stood up for myself, even if it meant getting my hands dirty. As I closed the door, I breathed a sigh of relief. I had crossed a line, but sometimes, you must fight back to protect yourself. I had a feeling Emery wouldn’t be asking for any more favors from me anytime soon.
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