Proluge.

  The lawyer raises her eyebrow and asks me," So , who do you like more, Daddy or Mommy?" the sentence was heard twenty years ago, but it still bounces in my head, remembering the start of my childhood ambition.

"Mommy," I thought, but hesitated. If I made the wrong move, I was going to crash down the whole world."Mommy."I finally spoke, and there was Daddy, looking at me furiously at the defendant's desk. "Court." the judged ruled the words. The gentlemen and ladies stood up and exited the scene.

Chapter 1

  A new lawyer , a fresh start. My career started with the fancy of neat clothes, all in black and white. With suitcase in hand, the Court was always the destination, fighting for hours for justice. I had fulfilled my ambition to be a lawyer at twenty, five years ago. Married my colleague, James Frost, had a child, and started a family. This was all a dream come true.

 James poked his head into the kitchen, " How's Max?" he asks, kissing me on the forehead."Fine," I replied, although I wasn't listening." Elle?" he asked, worried."How's Max?"

 The boy had been down with fever the whole week, not surp*censored*ing ninety-nine degrees, but it was serious- eighty-six. "James, he's fine. Now wolf down your pancakes and let's drive Max to school. I mean, yeah, he's sick, but Miss Angel wouldn't mind." I replied. I went upstairs, waking Max up, saying, " Wake up , Max, please, please." the six-year-old was lying in bed, cracking a voice, " Could I wear my Disney Mickey Mouse sweater today?" All that boy wants, I thought, is that stinking pee-soaked sweater. "Of course, but go wash up and get ready for school." I told him.

 Miss Angel called. "Hello, Mrs Frost, take Max Frost home right away. His fever almost infected the whole of his cl*censored*." said the threatening voice.Oh, hygiene issues. They've left, and now it's the illness issues.

 I rang up James."Go pick up Max. I've a case to handle. Thanks, hun." I told him.

Court.