Gerden Ibrahim

I didn't hear much more of their conversation, but Fiona and I had talked as well, and we knew we never wanted to be in the place my parents were now.

But now that we had brought a child into the world in Milton, there was no way for us to get out of it.

I cried for the first time since I was a child when they guided my parents to the vehicle.

They both tried to smile, but we all knew that this was not a happy day.

I tried to talk to the officers to tell them that we needed them just a little longer to help with the child, but it was no use.

They're gonna love the next chapter.

Stay put, boy."

One of them hissed at me.

The other pushed me back.

If this was such a happy day, why were they being violent?

My gut was screaming as I tried to shout at them.

I shouted at my parents that they couldn't leave, and at those bastards that they couldn't just take them.

My body started trembling so much that I thought I'd throw up any second.

This was wrong.

This was just wrong, and these people were smiling.

Smiling like shells with no emotion on the inside.

Smiling gladly while taking my devastated parents away.

Only Thomas looked serious.

He was leaning against the side of the car, smoking a cigarette while avoiding eye contact entirely.

It was an odd sight, as I'd never seen him smoke before.