Saturday, January 21, 2017

Just Like My Father

"Brains," she says, using her most serious pet name for me, in her most serious playful tone. "Listen to me, you're getting all far away, like you do whenever we travel."

I can feel my anxiety levels rising: we're going to be in an unfamiliar city, at a protest, and I don't know how we're getting where we need to go, or what the area is like. 

"I just want to take care of you!" I plead.

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