Mother

I see a sea of people rushing here and there. I see children run into the arms of their mothers. Although their hands wrap tightly around her neck, their faces are relaxed, enjoying the euphoric embrace of safety. Mother makes everything better.

I watch and wonder: where is my mother?

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