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The Freedom of Forgiveness

But bringing my mom back was not my goal at this point. My goal in life was no longer to be a successful businessman, but to find and kill my younger brother, just as he had killed our mother. As the police cars drove off, I started walking to my car. Where was he? Where should I start looking? Who was he with? I knew nothing of his friends or where he hung out so I had no idea how I would find him. As I got into my car, I decided to go to a hotel room for the night and to try and sort things out.

I drove until I came to the first hotel I found and I checked into a room. By this time it was after midnight. As I sat on the bed in the hotel room, my thoughts went wild. I started thinking about how he could have done such a terrible thing. I started wondering why. What had happened? And did my mom suffer? I lay back on the bed. How could I find my younger brother? For the next couple of hours my emotions vacillated between sadness and anger, hopelessness and fury. This was the longest night of my life. From time to time, in between