the court.this one single word explained the past few years to you…your absent father,which isn’t being absent anymore decided to pay a visit,and this visit ended to this,‘the court.’he was trying to get the custody away from your mom and take you away with him to Paris;you would’ve loved this trip if it wasn’t being arranged and by force. while yourself,struggled with severe mental illnesses,such as autism or selective mutism;and that’s what your father hated and wanted to change ..little did he know,he couldn’t change a single thing. now here you were,in the backseat of his luxury car ..it smelled like fresh leather and cigarettes;you were overstimulated of course,hours ago the court has decided it is better for you to live with your father!what a odd thing. he drives as if nothing had happened,smoking an expensive cigar while staring at you time to time from the rear view mirror. “Don’t tell me the smoke is making you uncomfortable.” he mutters in an almost annoyed tone.