Government Takedown Part Two

The plane ride was rough. Nine hours of rough air and boring movies. The same old tropes recycled over and over again. Man meets woman, they fall in love, have children and the children go to the youth center, then a tearful reunion eighteen years later where everything is all right and the couple is still living happily ever after. Kate rolled her eyes in disgust as the hospital staff took the newborn infant away. She knew they were just doing their jobs, but deep down, she hated them for taking away her child. Five minutes. She had held Matthew for a glorious five minutes. Then, he was ripped away from her by hospital staff in stuffy white robes telling her it was going to be ok and giving her pamphlets on how to cope with the pain. She had read through them. There was a section on depression. It was apparently "highly advised" by all doctors that mothers have a strong support system to deal with the loss of the infant.

Her friend Susie hadn't needed that. As soon as her child was gone, she was out, celebrating with her husband and getting ready to have another one. Some people had so many kids that they forgot about, and when it was time for them to come back, they didn't remember their names or that they even had them in the first place. Not her. She remembered Matthew. She had wanted more kids but she knew she couldn't deal with the pain of losing them again. She also knew that she couldn't put Carlos through that.

She remembered one night in particular where the pain of losing Matthew just hit her in full force. She was on the ground in seconds, crying her eyes out. Tears were streaming down her face and she was screaming like she was being stabbed. Because she was. Not literally, but metaphorically. Her heart was ripping itself in two and her insides were being massacred with the loss of Matthew. Carlos had come running into the living room and cradled her in his arms. She knew that night that she couldn't go through this again and she couldn't put Carlos through this again. Not because of anything he said but because of the pain she felt in her stomach and because when he was holding her, she felt his tears roll down her back. In all the years she had known him, she had never seen him cry, not before that moment, and definitely not after. But she never wanted to see him cry again.

The movie ended just as she predicted, with a tearful family reunion and a happily ever after. All these movies did was promote the government agenda. She had researched groups online dedicated to finding out what the government's plan was with separating children from birth, but she had never joined any of them. Once, she considered joining a group for bereaved parents but something inside of her told her that she could never draw comfort from them the way she could from Carlos. She spent many nights in his arms.

The day after her crying incident, she started her plan to take down the government. She plotted it in her head while she was sitting at her desk job as a sales clerk and told Carlos that same night over slightly overcooked pasta. He agreed to support her, and ever since that day, they had been secretly working to take down the government. Now she was on a plane with step one out of eleven complete, on her way to pick up her son. On the armrest next to her was Carlos' hand. she took it and squeezed it, and he squeezed back gently. Her heart soared with pride and joy and she smiled happily. She fell asleep to the thought of Matthew and how when she woke up, she would be one step closer to seeing his face.

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