You cannot imagine the sadness those three words encapsulate when you hear your mom or dad utter them, in the pitch black of night, while you're hiding under a blanket, pretending to be asleep.
"Why is dad never happy ever?"
"Why is mom so quiet always?"
"WHERE ARE WE GOING?!"
"To a better place."
People picking up super ordinary things and then staring at them for a long time. Deciding whether they need grandpa's books. Or grandma's dishes.
"Why did we not have an organized departure?" Years later, I asked my mom.
"We never knew WHEN we were going to leave. Just told to be prepared at a moment's notice."
Clothes. Spoons. Grandma's medication. Mom's jewelry. Some religious books. That's it. Never saw anything we left behind again. I know kids whose families just had to lock up the door and leave. With nothing. Some picked the kids up with no shoes.
"We have to go around them. They won't let us in."
WHERE ARE WE TRYING TO GO ANYWAY!?
"I just hope they don't find us."
WHO!? Why are they after us? Is it because I was crying?
You hide in your grandma's arms. She's scared, too!
"I think we made it!"
GREAT! Can I please go home now?
You will be saying those words for years. First to your parents. Then to yourself. Then to the system of corporations, ideologies and states that ensure you remain a refugee. Then, the universe.
You know exactly what that word means. R-E-F-U-G-E-E.
It means, you are:
2. A burden
3. Responsible for your plight
4. A parasite on the new society
5. The cause of all crime
6. At age 5-6
I don't have to, so I don't have that luxury. I wish you could see through my eyes.