The Violence Of A Child 's Body Bag

1450 WordsJan 12, 20176 Pages
A gloomy night sky surrounded the flashing lights of blue and red. The moon, usually full and bright, appeared to be as lifeless and pale as the victim being pulled into the ambulance. As I got closer, I noticed the body bag. A child’s body bag. Even the most apathetic officers were filled with sorrow. I stared out into the murderous lake while the ambulance pulled away. To think that these calm waters were the raging killer is unethical. There had to be someone involved in the killing of this innocent child. Where were the parents of this child? I believe that healthy relationships begin with unity. The unity of a mother and child is a sacred relationship. It is suspicious that no one is here for him. I thought of my family, and the life…show more content…
The more I thought about this, the more it made sense. Of course the person who let the child drown would’ve been under the influence. After reporting my findings to my boss, I headed for the bus station. After five minutes of waiting, the bus finally arrived. The rear doors opened, and the smell of public transportation filled the air. I sat in the back by myself. There was a man to the far left of me sobbing and looking at his phone. “My son, she killed my son.” He kept repeating. “Where is my son?” I was hesitant to approach him, but I decided to go for it. I couldn’t really see this man because his head was hung low, with his hands covering his face. “Excuse me, sir?” I managed to say. He looked up at me. His eyes were all were red and his nose was swollen, probably because of all the crying. They were never ending tears, they just kept streaming down his face. “Are you alright? I’m sorry, I just overheard you say something about someone killing another individual?” I stuttered. He wiped his tears with his shirt sleeve, and looked straight into my eyes. “Who are you?” He questioned. “I’m with the Xochimilco police department, and I would like to know more about your case,” I responded. I listened to this man talk about his life being married to the love of his life. For a short period of time, he was happy with his high school sweetheart. All was well until she came home late one night. The man, Mr. Belmonte, said that his wife left him and his child all alone.
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