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Misnomer – Published in The Drabble – January 15, 2020

I screamed. The visceral pain too much to contain as my baby was wrenched from what I had falsely assured her was the safety of my arms. Words were fired at us, words we could not understand, words filled with visible hatred. Fear and unanswered questions consumed me.

Caged with others pained like me, frightened not for ourselves but for our innocent children,

I weaved through the stench of the anxious crowd toward an opening in the pen, hoping for a glimpse of my baby.

A guard who spoke my language explained, “She’s been taken to another shelter.”