“Throw your hands up,” he screamed. I quickly complied. Then he placed the stone in my hands. It was so heavy a stone, excruciating pain drifting from my hands to my back and my spine. Pain got my whole body shaking as I wept, with Dad and Mom not in the mood to show me mercy.
“Next time you get a disease in here, you’ll be dead!” Mom said, looking absolutely furious.
“I will never do that again….,” I pleaded as pain ripped through me like an earthquake once ripped through Haiti.
“You wouldn’t bring anymore infection into this house?” Dad asked.
“Yes…” What else could I have said?
“Good boy,” Dad responded with a little mischievous smile on his face, Mom starring at me like a vampire who had seen blood sprinkle out of my neck.
Dad relieved me of my pains by taking away the stone fro
