Darren:
"Mommy!" I cried out as my mother grabbed my arm and began pulling me away from them. Hilla’s mother wore a smirk as she observed Kay and his mother.
"They look so good, like a piece of art. A mother and her child connected with love," she chuckled, finding amusement in their misery.
"Be gentle with him," my father admonished my mother for pulling me too hard. I watched as Kay turned to look at him with misty eyes.
I had overheard Kay’s mother mention that my dad was Kay’s father as well. But then why did he not care about him? Kay was a good kid too. He deserved to be loved.
"How can I not be tough on him? Didn't you see what he tried to do? What if he had run out to tell the world? What then?" my mother shook my arm every time she noticed my attempts to get away from her an
