My husband stood downstairs facing my son and assured him, “Don’t worry son, I will not let your Mom come down and see this”. What they didn’t know was that I was able to hear the chains from the shackles that went from my boy’s hands, between his legs and to his feet. Jennifer, my eldest daughter and I stood motionless at the top of the stairs avoiding eye contact for fear we would burst into uncontrollable sobs.
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Reading slowly through this first paragraph, tears from deep within my heart welled up in my eyes. I asked myself two questions, why? Why is this man on shackles? And dare I read more?