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ALAN "Upon having seen Philip, I stormed into the office, my heart racing with anger and determination to fight for my baby at all costs. Then there was a daunting sight that welcomed me as I entered. Two guards in armor stood at the door, gun-wielding, cold, stone-eyed, standing there at the door and barring my way, holding my baby tighter as I went closer to them. I could imagine the pains that Sarah had to endure. The pains that she went through was so evident in her voice as she continued to relived that day continuing telling us. "Let me go!" I screamed, struggling to push my way past them. They were too powerful. They pushed me down onto the floor; the impact winded me. I struggled up only to be pinned, guns pressed against my head. "No, please!" I implored, tears streaming down