The Best gift of them all.

Basketball practice had gotten out late. Me and my brother were waiting for our mom to pick us up. Once she did we realized something was wrong, the car was packed with our stuff. She drove us to a police station were we learned that we were finally leaving our dad. For context my dad was abusive. His words could pierce your skin and kill you. A few night before he had thrown my brother and told him that he could starve. So, to learn that we were finally going to be free, was the greatest gift of them all.