Last night the boy dreamed of two boats. One arrived filled with hot dogs and ice cream and even boxes and boxes of Tootsie Roll Pops—his favorite. The other boat arrived with toys he’d seen on TV – Xboxes, Legos, Play-Doh.
The street was empty and silence rang in his ears. He approached the boats to look closer, hoping to find the only thing he really wanted.
“Papa? Did you come for me?”
The man on the boat turned.
He woke from his dream, an orchestra of cries surrounding him.
I want Mama!
Where is my Papa?
Please click HERE to read about the similarities I see to another period in our history when we used “camps” for “security” purposes — a period when, as a child, my own mother was placed behind barbed wire. But, at least she was permitted to stay with her parents.
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