I had seen them coming once before.
I knew what they were there for.
They were going to take me away.
Take me far, far away.
I didn’t want to go.
I tried my best to hide when my mother opened the door.
Why were they doing this?
Why had they come to take me away?
They couldn’t just take me from her.
When they found me, hiding under my bed, I cried out to my mother “why are you letting them take me?”
I saw her look away.
It was a long time before I realized that she didn’t want me to see her cry.
I never saw my mother again.
I couldn’t find her.
The only thing I wish for in this life is to see her again, and ask her; why did she let them take me?
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Categories: flash fiction