Our Simple Peace
I'll make sure you and your mistress never have peace!
Dad’s face turned bright red with rage. He looked at Mom, then looked at me.
Suddenly, he scooped me up in his arms. "Fine! You want to fight me? Then don't even dream of keeping the kid!"
Before I could even react, Dad had already carried me far away.
The security guards he called pinned Mom to the ground, leaving Mom's face and hands scraped and bleeding.
I struggled and screamed with all my might, but Dad lied to the crowd, claiming Mom was a child trafficker.