Regan Christmas it was, but I saw my daughter pushing the ice ball harder in our garden. She did well and was given the proper shape of the head of her snowman, but she was having a hard time rolling it on the ice to bring it to me- for me to set it on its body. That was how we would celebrate our vacation, the two of us as a family. Strange, but it was okay. At least, to me. But to her, it wasn't. She never complained about it. And I didn't want to think about what she was missing out on when I was angry with her now. I noticed how the light dimmed in her eyes when she heard her other friends' plans for their weekend with their families. I was going to pretend as if I didn't see that or listen to her ask them if they would eat cake and dance with their dad and cousins circling the bonfire in their garden. She liked that one thing. I arranged barbeque, too, after decorating with lights, plastic garlands, and our snowman, but it wasn't enough. And again, I couldn't bring her father o

Lincoln"Don't even think about it!"I draw out my cigarette, gazing at the woman on the floor warningly, who keeps struggling to get rid of that rope tied around her."I am going to ask you for the last time." I glanced at my team and told her, raising my voice, "If you still don't tell me, I have to leave it to them. And trust me, they won't mind having their way of making you speak up!" Sweats on her forehead, that tension line, and those eyes are showing enough. "S...sir, please believe in me. I didn't take him outside that day. They have done so much for me. How could I do this to them?" One can easily make a fool out of himself with that innocent and timid facade a vile woman has on, but if he replays that video footage outside the mayor's mansion, he has to come back to his senses and do everything he can to lessen the pain in a mother's heart who just lost her child."So, you won't tell me." I snicker and step back, making the woman looks at me in horror. "Take care of it."