Isolde: Reclamation

I’ve always wanted to be a dancer. When I was younger, my mother would take me to see the shows. I think she wanted me to be one. I looked up at her and she was crying. I asked her why. She took my small head and pressed it against her chest as she whispered a few words in my ear. I was too young to remember what exactly she said.

When the show was over, they were waiting for us.

Reclamation of property they said. I never saw her again.

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