"How old are you," Officer Terry questions. I want to lie to her and tell her that I am twelve, but I can't. I tell her that I am eight. She looks around and sees my brother cross-legged in front of the . and asks how old he is. Again I want to lie, but I can't so I tell her he is two. In a frigid, solid voice, she ways, "You're both coming with me." Her cold, strong hand grasps my wrist, and I feel her forcing me out of my house with my brother. Enraged, I pull back from her. We are in a tug of war. I am fighting a battle for my family.