Allison Trutna

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“Sami, my son,” she says, “he was playing in the garden. I let him play there beneath the tree, but I was watching him from the window—there’d been no bombs for two days and I thought it would be all right. He was a child, he wanted to play in the garden with his friends, but there were no children left. He couldn’t be inside all the time, it was like a prison for him. He put on his favorite red T-shirt and jean shorts and he asked me if he could play in the garden, and when I looked into his eyes I couldn’t say no, because he was a boy, Dr. Faruk, a boy who wanted to play.” Afra’s voice is ...more
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