The giver

Release (3)

"I guess not" I admitted "I guess I feel a little sorry for him and sorry I made a fist"

My feelings has always been straightforward and fairly simple, usually easily to solve ever since I was younger.

I listened politely though not very attentively as my father took his turn, describing a feeling of worry that he'd had that day at work: s concern about one of the newchildren who wasn't doing well. My father title was nurturer. He and the others nurturers were responsible for all the physical and emotional needs of every newchild during it earliest life. It was a very important job, it didn't really interest me much.

I remembered Amelia was training to become a Nurturer until she suddenly disappeared, there was even rumors that they eloped and escaped together but the giver said he drowned in the lake. So it was uncertain. Never finding the body

"What gender is it?" I asked deciding to not worry about it.

I already spent years agonizing over it, not being able to get over his death or accept it.

"Male, He's a sweet little male with a lovely disposition. But he isn't growing as fast as he should, and he doesn't sleep soundly. We have him in the extra care section for supplementary nurturing, but the committee's beginning to talk about releasing him"

"Oh no" mother murmured sympathetically "I know how sad that must make you feel"

Nodding sympathetically as well