Anna
"How can you be so ignorant? You have no idea what he would have gone through that night and now he is reliving the same fear all over again. Is the tradition of going to that stupid boarding school so damn important? " I yelled angrily. My face was heating up and I had never wanted to punch him more than at this moment.
"I am sorry, I forgot and he was small. I thought he wouldn't even remember it," he grunted in frustration.
"Of course, he will remember if it becomes his last memory of them, but you wouldn't understand that."
How can he act like it is still not his fault? Like it isn't a serious issue?
"I will talk to him." he walked past me but I stopped him by holding his arm.
"He is sleeping now and what are you planning on telling him anyway?" I asked, steely. He was jolt
