Miriam's POV
I wait for my mother and father in the kitchen. Pa said it was a bad time. I wonder why? I hope my mom is okay. I know that I have been acting fickle towards her lately. But, that was just because of what I had saw. I had never witnessed something so... brutual before. They have always shielded me from things like that.
As for my mother, I didn't think that she was capable of such cruelty. Am I grateful that she is? Absolutely. But, that doesn't change the fact of everything I saw. I still love her, if anything I respect her more. I am just still trying to process it. I want her to understand that.
I could hear giggles, as two set of feet come down the stairs. Ma and pa walked through the kitchen door together, laughing with one another. When their eyes met me, they both
