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The Freedom of Forgiveness

The police officer asked me for my ID. I gave my ID to him and he asked me to get out of the car. At this point all kind of thoughts were racing through my mind. As I got out of the car, the police officer asked me to walk with him.

At this point my heart was pounding as if it was going to jump out of my chest. I can still remember every step. While it was only a few feet from where I parked to where our street began, it seemed like one of the longest walks of my life. As we turned to walk onto my street, I noticed that all of this commotion was centered on our house. Yellow tape was stretched around the front of our house. I could see my aunt and my stepfather in the driveway, looking distraught. As the police officer and I came closer to the house, it became hard for me to breathe. I got so nervous that my body began to shake. And as I walked up to the driveway where my stepfather and my aunt stood, I could see that they were both looking at me and crying. I couldn’t take it anymore; I quickened my steps to a