JORDAN'S POINT OF VIEW

The sight before me. It wasn't a good one. I could tell at once that something was wrong. I swallowed the saliva that had gathered in my throat as I began to speak.

“What's going on here? Why is there so much dirt?”

A frown etched on my face as I stood gallantly. “I asked a question, didn't I? Why is no one answering me?” The question rang from my lips when I heard no response.

My mother turned towards me, an evil smile on her face. “My son! You're back.”

I was irked. Her voice made my stomach turn and I couldn't wait to be...