Dad questioned. "How did everything happen? Tell me from the top."
We had just finished having a meal, but my parents weren't done with me, just yet. "A group saved me. I had been living there for a while."
Mom stared deeply at me. "But you're not a terrorist, right? You didn't blow up a building in defiance."
"We were full of kids and youth, ranging all the way from a year to twenty one, we would never do that. The government is out for us, and the people believe them. We're completely screwed. And now, I can't ever come back, because they've labelled me as a dead person. They know what they were doing. They took away my chance of ever having a life again."
Dad tightened his fist. Eyes blazing, he inquired. "What do you want to do now? We want to help."
I was taken aback. I couldn't
