Slipping through my fingers all the time, I try to capture every minute, the feeling in it…

Your father, Zion, had filed a child protective services report on your mother, Georgia Miller. Your dad found out that your mom had killed her ex husband, and therefore didn’t want you living with her.

But it wasn’t that simple.

For all of his empathy and emotional tuning, your dad didn’t understand that Georgia would go to any lengths to protect you and Austin.

So on that day, when you were thrust into Zion’s arms by the officer, cameras of the reporters flashing in your face, all you could utter was “how could you do this?”.

Your mother was fighting against the police officers, screaming and bawling.

And all you could do was stare from the backseat of the stupid child protective services car.

“It’s gonna be okay.” Your dad mumbled, taking the seat next to you and hesitantly extending his strong arms.