Personal Narrative: It's A Slave Girl

My Sister “It’s a girl” cried my father in disdain. My mother was sleeping after the birth. She seemed tired enough to sleep tight with sirens on top of her. She had gone through a lot.
“Creon, go get the slaves. As soon as we can, we are going to head to the mountains where we’ll leave the girl.” My father kept shouting angrily as I left. He must have truly wanted a boy, I thought to myself as I called to the slaves.
After the slaves came, I went to my room where I had a bag. I had been planning with my slave. This slave is secretly my best friend, but if my parents found out would kill him. They could never live with a son who was friends with a slave.
I called for my friend, Iros. We had been planning for months what would happen if I got a sister. He would volunteer to stay with the baby and end her, but instead wait for me to get there. I would then go to the house with my father and double back to the mountain with a bag to secretly carry the baby back. We would probably take care of the baby for a few months before trying to convince my parents, but mostly my father, to let her live.
We finally made it to the mountain top where my father left the baby. “Would anybody be willing to stay with this horrid child.” My father said to the slaves. Iros walked to front of the few slaves there and father
Iros left to the kitchen and told me good luck as he did, since I was facing my parents alone. I walked to my father’s office practically shaking. I was increasingly nervous as I knocked on my father's door. My father was sitting at his desk. “Acteon, go get my wife,” my father barked at the slaves as much as ever. “Creon, what did you want to talk about?” “I'll tell when mother is her. I’d like to save myself from repeating whatever I say.” I replied trying to act calm. We experienced awkward silence as we waited for my mother. A few more awkward minutes before my mother entered the