A Mother’s Fight for Her Son: Help Bring Kai Home

A Mother’s Heartbreaking Fight for Her Son: Help Bring Kai Home

4-year-old Kai was taken from the only parent who’s ever truly been there for him — and handed to a man with a violent past. Aggravated assault. Domestic abuse. Probation for nearly killing me with a gun. Despite all this — and despite active restraining and no-contact orders — the court gave him full custody. He lied to the court, saying we moved out of Florida — and without ever hearing the full truth, they gave Kai away. But now, we finally have a trial — a real chance to present the evidence that I’ve been the only one raising Kai his entire life. There are just 3 weeks left to prepare and fight for him. Please, help bring Kai home — to safety, to love, to the only parent who’s ever protected him. Donate now — time is running out. 

Help Reunite Kai – Every Dollar Counts

My name is Jessica Cid, and I am a mother fighting with everything I have to bring my 4-year-old son, Kai, back home. For four years, I raised Kai on my own—without support, without contact, and without so much as a phone call from his father. After 4 years of kai living with me and his sister his entire life’s he was taken from me. 

in October 2024, everything I built was ripped away. My son was taken from me and placed in the full custody of the same man who abused me—a man who is still on probation for pointing a gun at my head.

The court's decision was based on a lie: that I moved out of state and was hiding my son. That is completely untrue. I never left Florida—I’ve lived here all my life. But because the hearing notice was sent to the wrong address, I wasn’t there to defend myself. I missed one court date in three years, and for that, I lost everything.

 The family lawyer has already retained an amount of 5.000 dollars and now to represent me for trial which is the last hearing where we can finally present evidence, it’s requiring a big legal fee that I cannot afford alone. 

we have to keep fighting and make sure the legal fees are received soon with your help. ❤️ or I’ll lose my son for another 14 years until he’s 18 years old. Please help us

Since October of 2024, I haven’t been able to hug my baby. I haven’t seen him on his birthday. I’ve missed every holiday, every bedtime story, every chance to comfort him when he cries. And he does cry—asking his grandfather and others, “Why did Mommy leave me?” But I didn’t leave. I’ve been here, fighting through every tear, every court document, every painful day—desperate to bring him back.

Who I Am: A Devoted Mother 

When I found out I was pregnant with Kai at just 19, I was overwhelmed with joy. I endured nine months of morning sickness and 20 hours of labor 

I knew I was bringing love into the world. He was my first child—and my family’s first grandchild. I was only 19 when he was born in July 2020, and I’ve cherished every moment since.

I lived with Kai’s father in the beginning. But behind closed doors, life was terrifying. From age 18 to 21, I endured daily domestic violence. I was thrown out of the house with my infant son, left to sleep in the car. He was involved with escorts, he didn’t care if his own child had a bed or food—he only wanted control. I was forced to cook, clean, raise our child alone, and suffer in silence. Until one day, I said, Enough. I called the police in 2022 and pressed charges for all the abuse, but dropped them later out of fear and a desperate hope that Kai could still have both parents. The court system offered him a light probation sentence, instead of 20 YEARS in prison because I chose that. If I didn’t choose that, he would be in prison now. 

Still, the father never returned. He disappeared—for three full years.!!! 3 years.  No birthday calls. No diapers. No pick up’s.  No support. 

He had court-ordered visitation rights, and I even arranged meetups at a local supermarket. But he never once showed up. He always refused. 

I raised Kai completely alone—through first words, first steps, potty training, scraped knees, and bedtime kisses. I taught him two languages. I provided medical care, daycare, and love. I renewed his government benefits every year, enrolled him in school, and did all of this without a penny of child support. Yet now, the court believes I MOVED AND HID THE CHILD FROM THE FATHER, but he lives down the street from us only less then 10 minutes away. and the father knew where we were because he lived there as well with me and my son and my family. 

& that’s where he came to remove my child with a girlfriend and police in October of 2024.  So he knew exactly where we were. All these years the child grew up without him. 

I asked him for years to please pick up our child every other weekend as the judge stated, the father always refused. As evidence is there. Presented and ready for trial. 

The Unthinkable: What Happened in October 2024

On October 6, 2024, my son—who had never lived a single day without me for OVER 4 YEARS! was taken from his home by the father and his new girlfriend, backed up by the police. 

That same man, who hadn’t seen Kai since he was a baby, told the court in August 2024 that I had moved out of state and was hiding Kai. (Like in a different state) This was a lie. No evidence was ever presented. I never ever left Florida. For 25 years. I never even traveled with my son ever since he was born. We always lived here. 

 The court simply believed him, without  any evidence and I wasn’t there to defend myself because the hearing was mailed to an old address.

He now has 100% custody, since October 6 2024! because of that. despite HIM HAVING a record of aggravated assault, domestic abuse, and probation for nearly killing me with a gun. Despite a complete absence in his son's life. Despite having restraining and no-contact orders from the state of FL… they still GAVE my son away to someone like him. 

Since then, my life has shattered. I can’t see or speak to my son. 

The court took my child away from me after I had been caring for him *ALONE* for over 4 years. The child’s dad went to court 4 years later and lied with a new girlfriend saying we had been out of state all that time because they found out they can’t have kids. But he knew exactly where we were all these years — just down the street, less than 10 minutes away. When you go to court and the other parent doesn’t show up, the judge usually rules in favor of the person who is there. No matter if he abused the shit out of me and Kai!!!!!! They don’t care!!!! Please TAP INTO bio or donate today! as I only have until August 22nd to make this happen for TRIAL!! Where we can finally present evidence and facts !! don’t let us down, support today, every donation is a step closer to getting Kai back home where he has always lived at. Where love was always shown. Tap in https://gofund.me/68f95092

At school, staff treat me like a criminal. I’ve seen Kai only 2–3 times in nearly a year—only through a glass wall, where he reaches for me as they call his name and pull him away from me. Only because he wants to see his mom the few times I drop my daughter off.

 He doesn’t deserve this. He’s only four years old, confused and heartbroken, crying, “Why did you leave me, Mommy?”

But I never did. I never would.!!!!!! Ever. I raised him. 

It’s a pain I wouldn’t wish on anyone — to have your child torn from your arms, your life, your everyday — after five years of pouring everything you had into them. I held my baby when bottles were just 2 ounces. When he was just 6 pounds leaving the hospital on July 23,2020.. I watched him grow, ounce by ounce, moment by moment — from 0 months to 4 years to now almost 5…. 

 just like his words, from babbles to words to sentences that made my heart stop with love. I folded every tiny piece of clothing with care. Washed every blanket they ever cried into. 

Cooked every meal, sometimes two or three different ones, just to see him smile and eat. 

I kissed every scraped knee, sang through every fever, held them through every nightmare. And then... he was  gone. Taken by someone who hadn’t even made a single phone call in four years. Not one. Not even on birthdays. Not even once to ask Are they okay?
Just disappeared. 

 — until suddenly, they came back with lies and a smile. And the system believed him. 

A magistrate who isn’t even a judge believed the biggest NARCISSIST in the game.

 But he will not Beat or defeat our savior, our god that we serve. 

He knows the truth. He knows what I wen thru for over 4 years alone suffering with just the help of a new boyfriend and my father who assisted in caring for the child with me. I barely had any help. I suffered for years. With the thought of someone abandoning their own flesh and blood.

And Without any legal representation to  defend me but inside I was dying , I was shattered for years it was the start to my horrific story that I ruined my life, my soul. That ruined me. And who I was. 

 I was the victim of a domestic violence survivor.  Me and my son. I left and ran away when he was one years old but the father knew where we were going because that’s where he will kick me out every other night to, which was my parents home. And it’s all so he can be with prostitution all mean while I was just 21 an under enduring all of this with a first time baby, and barely no money at all. I wish this never happened to me and Kai. We didn’t deserve  that. I went through so much and I never gave up on Kai. All I wanted was Kai and to keep him safe and happy with the little family I had left. My parents my daughter etc.i raised him for over 4 years alone and this ain’t fair while a man who abused us laughed at us had his feet up for years with a new girl taking his taxes and lying to the court system that he was watching Kai every other weekend just to make his child support 12 dollars a week. 

Let me just tell you, this is the kind of heartbreak that swallows you whole. Where the world feels against you, and you’re just so alone.  The kind where the silence in your home now echoes like a scream. The kind of pain that makes you give up on just about everything, making small errands outside, talking to anyone, going to any events. 

 Their toothbrush is still by the sink. Their favorite cup still on the shelf. Their shoes — tiny and worn — still lined up at the door like they might come running back at any moment. But I believe in something greater. I have to. Because if I don’t, I’ll drown in this grief. 

God said the truth will rise. That whatever lie was whispered in the dark, the truth will return tenfold — louder, stronger, undeniable. So I wait. I pray. I fight — for the day my child knows who never left, who never stopped loving, who never stopped showing up.


Every single day.

A Corrupt System and a Stolen Childhood

The father now uses Kai’s benefits—the ones I secured and renewed—including tax benefits yearly , daycare, Medicaid, and more. He refuses to let me see my own child, has blocked me from Kai’s iPad (which I bought), and even tried—unsuccessfully—to file two restraining orders against me. All lies. All to erase me and replace me with his girlfriend, who has no biological connection to my child and is unable to have children herself.

My two-year-old daughter, Kai’s sister, cries for him every day. She doesn’t understand why her brother vanished. The only brother she’s known her entire life for over two years. Is now gone. Nobody to play with, nobody to watch YouTube with, nobody to shower or eat dinner with. Just allll by her self holding small pictures of them, crying on the floor until she can’t anymore.  

And I don’t have the heart to tell her that if this court decision stands, because I don’t have a lawyer anymore , 

they won’t see each other again for 14 more years. Because our lawyer left the case.

 My poor little Chanel is suffering too. So badly. 

I’ve spent months waiting for mediation which is like a court order agreement plan. —only to be told by the father that I cannot see my son because I didn’t attend time sharing from 3 years ago, but in reality hes the one that never showed up every other weekend to get his child of one years old. Meanwhile, he uses that time apart to claim I HID my child in another state. 

while he was traveling, filing taxes in Kai’s name, and playing house with someone else. All while being absent for 4 years. Wow, that’s crazy how he plays victim, but I took care of my child alone for almost 5 years alone. 

And I cried every day because when someone leaves you with a Baby, it’s the worse pain you can ever feel in your life. 

I did this Without any of his help because he refused to show up for 3 YEARS. And now he will not let me see my child. 

We’re Running Out of Time – Please Help Us

Our final hearing is approaching, and my attorney has made it clear: if I cannot pay the remaining legal fees, I will lose my representation —and possibly my son forever.

 I’ve waited almost a year for this day, and now everything hangs in the balance. There’s only 3 weeks left until the hearing for trial. Only 3 weeks. 

I am a young single mom, caring for a toddler, and I simply cannot afford to keep going without support. I’ve already sold personal items, skipped meals, and borrowed from family. And also paid a retainer of 5.000 to begin with the case. But we’re at the end. If we don’t raise the necessary funds, Kai may never come back home. With only 3 weeks remaining till the next hearing.❤️

How You Can Help

Please—help us fight for justice. Help us reunite a little boy with the only family he’s ever known. Help undo the damage caused by a lie, by a system that failed him, and by people who care more about control than about a child’s well-being.

Every donation—no matter how small—brings us closer to bringing Kai home.

If I lose this final hearing, Kai may be kept from me for the next 14 years—until he’s legally old enough to decide for himself—despite having lived his entire life by my side, raised by me alone, while his father, now on probation for abusing us, was absent and uninvolved for three years. 

Here’s how you can help:

Donate whatever you can to help fund our legal battle as there’s only 3 weeks left for trial ♥️♥️

Share our story to spread awareness.❤️‍❤️‍

Keep Kai in your prayers and thoughts.

This Isn’t Just My Fight—It’s Kai’s Future

Kai is only 4. He should be laughing, learning, and playing—not crying for a mother he thinks abandoned him. He should be with his sister. He should be safe.

I’m fighting for his future. I’m fighting for the truth. I’m fighting with everything I have left. Please don’t let this be the end of our story. Please help us. God we pray for a miracle to happen, and for you to please bring light to our story again. we need you, we need all the support we can get. 

Thank you for your compassion, your time, and your support. God I wish this all never happened. It hurts so much. I’m sorry Kai. 

With all my heart,

Jessica Cid

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