The mother sat on the cold wooden bench, her hands shaking…
Tears streamed down her face, but she didn’t wipe them away.
Her baby was tied to her back, quietly watching the world without understanding it.
In front of her sat her son…
Handcuffed. Silent. Broken.
He couldn’t even look at her.
The room smelled of dust and old papers.
A police officer was writing something down at a desk nearby, pretending not to listen… but hearing everything.
She finally spoke.
“I carried you for 9 months… I suffered for you… I believed in you.”
Her voice cracked.
“I saw my future in you… my pride… my everything.”
The boy swallowed hard, his eyes filling with tears… but he still said nothing.
She leaned closer.
“I didn’t raise you for this.”
Silence.
