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I Love You
By Sebastian Martin-Schultz

I noticed immediately that my mother and I have come to a sudden halt. Wondering what was going on, I took a look around my surroundings. I noticed that around me is just the same old crappy car I’ve been riding in for the past half hour. I took a look at my mother, but did not say a word as she tried to stop herself from panicking. At this time I was around 8 years old, therefore I didn’t understand a lot of what was happening. My mother looked worried — extremely worried. I looked around again and asked, “What’s wrong?” in my soft, innocent voice.

She said in a shaky tone, “N-nothing’s wrong honey! Just stay quiet OK?”

I nodded slowly as I examined her body language, still trying to piece together what was going on with her. Both of us sat in the dark car, covered in cat fur, for a good 10 minutes. It was at this time that I noticed it. Bright lights, flashing in and out of our car. I was surprised that I had not noticed them earlier. I examined the lights and tried to look out the back seat window. I noticed instantly that, right there, right behind our car was a police cruiser. Due to my innocence, a bright smile appeared on my face, at my age I loved police officers and admired them. I said in a bright, happy tone to my mother, “Look! Mom! There’s a police officer coming!”

My mother took a long, deep breath, calming herself so she could speak to the officer. I saw the officer coming toward our car with a sense of authority emanating from him. My mother spoke to the officer, although at my age, I didn’t really pay attention to what they were saying to each other; I just admired the officer. After five minutes, which seemed like an eternity, my mother turned toward me with slightly red eyes as she tried to speak in a calming tone, but failed as her voice was shaky. I could sense the worry in her voice.

“Alright, Sebastien, we have to go with the officer for now.”

I looked at her curiously and said, not realizing what was happening, “Are we going in the police car mom?” As I said this, a sense of excitement peered into my mind.

“Y-yes mon chère . . . yes we are,” she said in her severely thick French accent. Instantly, I jumped up and down in my seat with excitement, and clapped my hands together as the officer smiled slightly toward me.

“Yay! We’re going in the police car! Yay!” I said happily, my voice full of excitement.

But I had no idea what was going to happen next . . . how could I have known? I was only 8 years old.

The officer asked both me and my mother to step out of the car. I held my mother’s hand as we walked across the parking lot, just by The Beer Store, all the way to the police cruiser I loved so much. I could hear the traffic zoom by as I looked at my surroundings curiously. I noticed the tall green bridge in the distance and I smiled happily at the sight of it as it was a rare occasion for me to see the bridge. My mother led me to the car and the officer opened the door for me, smiled and said in a deep voice, but in a happy tone, “Go on in buddy.”

My eyes widened as he said the words. I hopped in the back seat of the cruiser and began to bounce on the seats. I remarked how hard the seats were and how little room I had. Though this didn’t concern me too much as my small legs and feet fit easily. The officer gave one quick smile before closing the door. My mother got in soon after, but this time with her hands behind her back, handcuffs wrapped around her wrists.

I had a slightly worried expression for a moment, then spoke in my innocent tone once again to my mother, “Mom! This is just like the show ‘Cops’ isn’t it!”

My mother looked at me with teary eyes, but she let out a soft chuckle and smiled at me.

“Y-yes mon chère . . . yes it is . . . haha.”

I looked to the front seats of the cruiser and noticed a plethora of technology, papers and the one thing I noticed over all others — the pump shotgun planted on the roof of the cruiser. I started to jump around my seat excitedly, but my mother calmed me down.

“I-is that a shotgun?” I said in a happy tone, trying to keep myself together.

The officer answered me with a chuckle, “Yeah. Yeah it is.” My eyes widened at the sight.

A good half hour went by before I began to feel bored. “Mooooom . . . can we go home yet . . .” I said rolling my eyes toward my mother, letting out a sigh. My eyes turned to the side of the cruiser. I noticed a woman walking along the side of the vehicle, holding a folder and agenda. She entered the vehicle and introduced herself. My mother and her talked for a few moments, but I did not listen as I occupied myself by counting cars going by on the freeway. The woman talked to the officer for several minutes before she turned her attention to me. I looked at the woman with bright blue eyes.

“Alright Sebastien, you’re going to be coming with me for a while,” she said.

I remembered our car for a moment and realized one crucial thing I loved so much.

“W-wait! My Xbox,” I yelled.

The woman and officer sighed with their heads low. I looked toward my mother, tears
rolling down her face slowly as she looked toward me with teary eyes once again.

“Sebastien . . . I want you to know I love you . . . and you will always be my beautiful baby boy,” she said.

I could feel my cheeks redden brightly.

She gave me a soft kiss before the officer opened the door and reached for my hand.

“Come on son,” he said.

I grabbed his hand hesitantly, still not realizing what was happening. The woman walked toward me with her folder and agenda in her hand. She reached for my hand and I walked with the officer toward the mysterious woman’s car. The woman spoke in a comforting voice, “It’s going to be alright Sebastien . . .”

I looked behind me as I saw my mother crying in the back seat of the cruiser. She gave me one last look before I entered the car. The officer walked back to his car and started the cruiser. I stared at my mother through the window, and as she was driven off in the opposite direction, I saw her mouth “I love you” through the window.

That was one of the last times I ever saw my mother.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sebastien Martin-Schultz is a 17-year-old from Ontario, Canada and is entering his senior year in high school. He is a college-bound musician with growing success in his field. With many goals for both music and the future, he hopes to become a respected artist in his field. Sebastien’s music may be streamed for free at www.soundcloud.com/sebastienms.

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