The doors of the room crack open and all the voices around me sound like whispers. Feels like I am going deaf. As I enter I see a perfectly figured lady in a perfectly fitting gown in front of me. Her hair is done up into a chignon bun. In seconds I know that it's my mom. My mom, a fashion model, who looks perfect all the time, I mean it. She's perfect all the time. Besides her stands my dad. A man in his 40s wearing his glasses. He doesn't wear them at home, only in his office and when he goes outdoors. It gives him a journalist kind of a look. I stare at him hoping he would come and hug me tightly. He stands near mom holding Celestine's hand so tight as if he is too afraid to lose her. For a second I feel jealous. He should have been holding me like that. I am the one who is going to go away from him if I am proved flawed.
Mom slowly walks towards me and kneels down in front of me. Her baby hair is flying on her face. Her kajal all smudged around the corners of her eyes. Her shoulders hanging under eyes slightly dark. Her bright blue eyes don't show that shine. It feels as if she has given up. If you know her very well then you would know she never gives up on anything. This time it feels as if she has lost all hope. Tears fell down her eyes.
"Mrs. North leave her, we need to take her in custody", Judge Crevan says to me. Judge Crevan is no new person to me. He lives in our block, other than that he is a very good friend of my parents. Additionally he is the father of my sister's stares at me, I can't read her eyes. I never tried to, till now. I feel desperate to read them. I want to know if it's pity or love for me or disappointment. I don't want her pity. Pity somehow is making me feel angrier. I don't think I have done anything wrong then why do I have to stay here like a criminal.