“Go! Go! Go! Go!” my father shouted at us.
We grabbed our belongings and ran to the black car that was parked in the driveway. I grabbed my younger brother’s hand and pulled him to keep up, even though he was as tall as I was. We dove into the car, immediately followed by our parents.
“Keep your heads down!” my father yelled as he started the engine.
I peeked out the back window at the men dressed in black suits who hopped into another vehicle and pursued us.
Hi, there. My name is Samantha. Growing up, my father was hardly ever around because of his job. I would be lying if I said I knew exactly what he did but I didn’t. The only thing I knew was that he worked with the government.
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