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Chance meant everything to August. And when I say everything, I really mean it. The pre-detective loved him as if he were his son, and that is because he was his biological son. But he did not care if Chance was related to him or what he looked like. August did not care whether Chance had pimples or needed glasses or had trouble learning. He loved the little boy with all his heart and did not want to see him go.

Sadly, he had to see him go. And he did not even say goodbye.

Poor August slipped into a deep depression the same day that his child passed away. Yes. Chance, the only human who mattered to August in his life, was gone, and there was nothing that August could do to bring him back.

This was the first time that August had grieved for a person and suffered depression. He did not know his family that well, so he could not grieve for them. But he knew his son. He knew his son from the time that his ex-girlfriend told him that she was pregnant. And not only did he know him, but he also loved him. He wanted Chance to change the world, so he protected him as much as he could.

"I did not protect him enough," August said as he sat on his bed and buried his face in his hands. "Oh, why did we go down to that area? Why did I bring Chance down there? I knew what was going on there..."

As what most parents do when their kid or kids pass, they will put the blame on themselves. Sometimes, it is the parents' fault. If they do not use any common sense, then something awful will happen to the kids. But for the responsible parents, they cannot change the outcome no matter what. All of us can agree that we do not know when or how we will die. But even if we used our common sense, innocent people still die a tragic death.

August and Chance fell in the second category. A dad who adored his son and wanted the best for him. He was never careless around him and would teach him the differences between right and wrong. But August never thought that his son would become the victim of a tragedy, and it was not his or Chance's fault. But before I tell you what happened to Chance, you need to know what led up to it.

This chapter will be on the political side, however, I believe that it is important to remind ourselves that there are good officers. No, they are not perfect, but then again, none of us are. We all have made stupid mistakes - except for the people who love to commit crimes. These criminals are the reason why a child is dead.

Chance always wanted to be a police officer when he grew up. He thought that they were amazing because they are allowed to carry some handcuffs and a pistol and other awesome weapons. They were able to take down evildoers and send them to prison. He thought that the uniforms were also cool. All the officers even got to wear a golden badge.

"Daddy!" Chance exclaimed as his father was driving him to school. "I want a badge!"

"You want a badge?" August questioned. "What kind of badge?"

"A badge just like that the police wear. I want one so badly."

"I see." He turned onto another road. "So why do you want a badge like the police's? You are not a cop."

"Then I will be a cop!"

August chuckled. "You cannot be a cop now."

"Why not?"

"You are not old enough to be one just yet. Besides, if you want to be a true cop, you will have to take loads of tests."

"'Tests'? Aw, man." He crossed his arms and pouted. "I am terrible at math."

"Chance, the tests that the officers take are different from the ones that you take."

"How so?"

"I will tell you after school."

"Why can you not tell me now?"

August parked the car and smirked. "We are at your school now." He kissed his cheek and patted the top of his head. "Have a wonderful day, Chance. And do not be late for class."

"I promise, Daddy!" The boy gave his dad a hug, and then opened the car door and hopped out.

August figured that this school day would be just like the others. Even though that Chance was not fond of being separated from him, he enjoyed his school and his teachers and classmates. He loved learning about new things and would explain them to his father. His favorite subject was art because he enjoyed drawing, however, that did not change his mind. August's son still wanted to become a police officer.

Today would mark the first time that Chance did not desire to go back to school and the first time that he was sent home early.

August got a call from the principal an hour after he had dropped off his son. The principal explained that poor Chance was throwing a tantrum and would not stop no matter how many times he was told to.

August thought that this was weird. Chance was not the type of kid to throw a temper tantrum, especially at school. So he tried to get more information out of the principal.

"I am sorry for my son's behavior, but...do you know why he is upset? Do you have any idea why the heck he is throwing a temper tantrum?"

"I honestly have no idea why, but I wish that I did. It is just that he is not telling us. Chance only wants to go home."

The principal hung up, and August was now thinking hard. He did not understand why Chance was upset. It was out of his character.

Then his cellphone vibrated.
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