CAN YOU SAY, THIS NEVER MADE YOU CRY. AND I AM NOT A TWINKLE IN YOUR EYE. "What is your daughter's name, Ma'am?" "Cadence Elizabeth Smith." "May I ask what your name is?" "Julia Frieda Smith." "One moment please." The lady with the green name tag which read: Katie eyed her before making a phone call. "Yes....right now. No." she spoke, and lastly whispered, "Smith... yes. Sure. I will definitly. Thank you." "Umm... Mrs. Smith?" her high pitched voice echoed in the lonely room. This immdiatly got her attention. "Yes?" she said uncertainly. "Your daughter, um," she looked at her computer, "Cadence..." she paused nervously, "is currently in no condition to see you at the moment." "Excuse me? Why, may I ask?" "I'm sorry, Ma'am. That question is confidential. I must ask you to leave." "Uh..." she laughed hesitantly. "I asked you a question. WHY can I not see MY DAUGHTER right now? I must ask you to release her NOW or there will definitly be controversy." "Ma'am." She silently pressed the button under her desk signaling security. "I must ask you to leave the premisis immediatly." Before she could speak, two large men grabbed her around the arms and shoved her out, despite her screams and attempts to get out of their reach. There was no way she could reach Cadence now.