This Is Where Freedom Began

A letter came into the school one day. Saying we were

missing more than we stayed. They asked us questions, sharp and cold.

Counted our hours, counted control. They said, "If you break the rules again,

you'll live on streets like that old man. No more visits, no more lies,

no more clowns before our eyes." The father spoke, "I want no sound.

This ends right here, this ends right now." The mother cried,

the room went still. Her tears were soft, his words were

will. We looked at each other and said nothing. When all the