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[Story Four: Part Two – The Certificates –
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She Became Mentally III for Pursuing
Freedom]
Freedomj
The day Mom came back from the hospital, a
van pulled up outside.
A bunch of guys in black suits rushed upstairs and grabbed me.
I stared at Dad, wide–eyed.
“Dad? Who are these people? Stop them!”
Dad, supporting Mom, gave me a cold look.
“They’re from the mental hospital. You’re
going with them.”
“Mental hospital…”
I couldn’t believe it. “Why would I have a
mental illness? Dad! I’m not sick!”
I tried to run to him, but they grabbed my
arms and pulled me back.
Someone frowned. “Is it a manic episode?
She’s pretty aggressive.”
“How could you not have a mental illness? All
the neighbors saw you drive your own mother
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to a breakdown!”
I noticed a lot of neighbors crowded at the
door.
They nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, we were trying to talk her down. All
the girl had to do was tell a little white lie to
make her mother happy. But no, she had to
push her mom to jump. What kind of kid does
that?”
“They say daughters are supposed to be a
mother’s comfort, but Patricia spoiled her too
much, and that’s why she’s so out of control.”
“It’s good she’s going to a mental hospital.
After going through some torture, she’ll
realize her parents are the only ones who
care about her.”
My mouth was covered, and tears ran down,
dripping onto the back of the man in black’s
hand.
I tried to argue for myself like a madman, but
I could only make a whimpering sound like
Goldie before he died.
