“We both are. How are you? Really?” How am I supposed to tell him I feel fucked? Like my free will just vanished and my future is set in stone. Like I’m living the first line of my eulogy. Like the last choice I ever made for myself was made last night. Now every choice I make will be for my country first and my family second. I don’t tell him any of that though. This is the life I always knew would eventually come. “Ask me again tomorrow.”
