“The family legacy included silence as a way to belong.”
She thought she was probably hugging a murderer.
Each time she opened her mouth, whoever was nearby liked her a little less.
“All people are children of Syria. We are open here.”
“Someday we’d get jobs in Manhattan and have the freedom to do whatever we wanted.”
I do not feel that I choose the fear so much as it chooses me.
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