The Junction
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The Junction

Two Homes

Photo by Florian Weichert on Unsplash

The ticking of the clock is excruciating. My chest feels leaden, my stomach knotted.

I sit within four white walls in a cold room lined with desks and computers. At a small desk in the corner a man hunches over a book, carefully sounding out sentences while a young woman looks on and nods encouragingly. Where… were you born…? I was born in…

Shivering, I tuck my hands under my thighs. My mind wants to remember, to slip…

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