My mother is angry and wants to call the police. My father pushes me away from him as softly as he can, whispering that everything will be okay. He wants me to stay but I can't. I can see the tears filling his eyes. He cannot cry. He has to be strong for me. My mother cries. Tears of anger are coming down her cheeks.
"Mama, you can stay here with us. It can be just the three of us again," I say. I don't want to go anywhere. This is my home. I feel safe in this place. I grew up here.
Mama, don't take me away from here, I want to stay. You are hurting me, now stop. I was happy until you ruined this moment. Mama and daddy, why are you doing this to me? Why do you want to hurt me so much? What have I done to you? Is it my fault? I've never wanted this to happen. I am so sorry. I will be a good girl from now on. I will do everything you will tell me to do. I did not want to cause you pain. I did not want you to be hurting because of me. I did not want to ruin your lives. I am sorry. Daddy, don't you love me anymore? Now why do you let me go?
Mother pulls me to the cold street and I, too weak to fight any longer, give up.