The officer looked at us with his spectacles propped on the bridge of his nose and his eyes looked at us like we were two weird teens who escaped the mental asylum. Well, maybe we should've went to a mental asylum because a doll turned real and no one shouldn't have not believed anything that came out of my mouth.
"Are you going to help me find my daughter or what?" Leon asked in a harsh manner with both of his hands on the table, leaning in to speak to the officer's face.
"How old are you two, again?" he pointed his pen at us, eyebrows raised.
"Seve-,"
"Twenty." I spoke up.
"Really? Your passport says you're seventeen and last time I checked, babies are being birthed not being wished over or whatever you said." He waved his hands to us as if to 'shoo' us away.
I knew telling the off
