It wasn't a story of a typical mistake a child does. It wasn't hitting a younger sibling or yelling at your parents. It was one uglier and full of guilt.
"I'm sorry, Mother," Isaac weeps as he clings me tighter to him.
I continue petting Isaac's head and ask in a soft voice, "What are you sorry about, Isaac?"
"I didn't mean to kill you and Father. I just wanted those men to leave you alone."
I couldn't hide my surprised expression. The moment I heard him say that he killed his parent, my hand subconsciously stopped. Isaac notices this and nuzzles his head into my neck which makes me continue. "What were those men men doing that made you so mad?"
"They were hitting you and Father. They tied Father up then started ripping your clothes off. I know you told me to hide, but I didn't want them to keep hitting you."
"Then what did you do, Isaac?"
"I was only trying to stop them, but they wouldn't stop. I was so small that my punches did nothing."
"What happened next?"
