He put his ear to the crack of the door, listening as they decided
his future. He could hear his mother’s protests as his father insisted
it was what needed to be done. His heart broke with her voice as she
began to cry saying she didn’t want him sent away. But the two strangers
still persisted with their argument that it would be best for him; how
India wasn’t tolerant of people that looked different, certainly not
from higher class families like theirs.
Then his mother’s sobs turned to rage, and a spray of insults spewed from her mouth directed at her father as much as to the strangers. They became louder as she marched to the door, flinging it open to expose him eavesdropping there. But instead of anger she showed him love, sweeping him up in her arms as she ran with him from the house.
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I came across a similar passage in "Book Thief."
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