Forgive Them for They Know Not What They Do

It all started on a very hot summers day. It was deathly quiet except for the buzzing of a fat blue-bottle fly. My whole family stood on the farm house veranda in the afternoon heat, waiting for the car to arrive that was to take me away from the most dearest people on earth. Had I known then what was to follow, I would have run away. But we watched the big black car come rolling down the road in a huge cloud of dust and finally stopped in front of us. My brother and sister were put onto the back seat of the car and then they came for me. I saw the woman’s big fat arms coming to take me and I started screaming. I tightened my arms around my fathers neck and held on for dear life. I could not stop the screaming. They eventually pulled me away and dumped me, unceremoniously, into the back of the car and slammed the door shut, and then the car started forward. I was frantic. I jumped up and down screaming as I watched my mother fall to the ground.