The Force In Your Hands

Easy

"What do you mean, I'm not allowed to know it like that?" My voice became angrier with every word, "I have a right to know my birth mother's name!" We had waited for at least an hour to get into this ugly, small, naked office with its dried-out room plant, just to find out it wouldn't change a thing, that it was just a waste of time.
"Luna, calm down," Alex tried to cool my rage. Once he called me Luna, it was really serious and he was worried, "It doesn't help you."
I took an evil glance at the child service worker. She had her brown hair tucked behind to a topknot, wearing an unflattering tailored costume in beige and beneath it a white blouse. She looked at me through her glasses with pity, "I'm repeating myself: that doesn't work that easily. You would have to file a motion at court, and that takes a lot of time."
"But I don't have the time! I need to know the name now! It can't be that difficult to tell me one little name!" I had jumped up from my chair and punched the desk with my hand. Alex pulled me back on my chair, holding my arm.
"I'm sorry for you, but it's complicated. I can't tell you because it's been forbidden. From the top of the chefs. From law." She leaned over her white desk while she said that.
"Ugh, you don't care about that at all!" Luckily, Alex was holding me back, otherwise, I would've jumped up again and ripped her head off. Not actually, of course.
"Would you please stop screaming at me? Otherwise, I'll have to ask you to leave my office." How could she stay that calm? I just wanted to know my mother's name, and telling one little name couldn't be that hard, could it?
"Luna, it doesn't matter. You realize they don't want to talk to us. They're having fun letting us dangle. It's for the best we're leaving now." Alex got up and pulled me to the door, still holding my arm. Just before we got out, I turned around again and took one last evil glance at the child service worker. I couldn't see her reaction, but I hoped the glance had said everything.
"Why are they so obstructive every time?" Alex looked at me pitifully. We sat on my bed with some hot cocoa I had made right after we had come home.
"I don't know, Moonshine. But what do you want to do?" I didn't answer, for I didn't know what I could've said. Instead, I looked out my window, looking past Alex. It was late in the afternoon, and there was a light breeze outside. I could see that because of the trees of the lime tree in front of my window. Now and then, a few released themselves and flew away, into the big wide world. They could just break away and flee from their situation.
At that moment I wished I could do that as well. Just getting away from here. Forgetting everything, the dreams, the sorrow, the fear. Just being free and happy. For once, getting questions answered.
But just like the child service worker had said, 'that doesn't work that easily'.