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When Father began to build the wall, we didn’t understand at first. We thought it was to keep something in—not
It couldn’t be to keep anything out. There wasn’t anyone on the island but us. But as the wall grew higher and higher, we began to wonder.
The schools closed, and Father explained that life was getting harder for people like us, that our freedoms were getting chipped away at and that soon we would not have any rights at all—and then one awful night it happened.
Because there had never been a war, except in Father’s head. Or . . . perhaps that’s not quite true. There was a war, but it was between Father and the rest of the world.
It took our shattered hearts even longer to heal. How do you relearn everything you thought was the truth? How do you make your life again?
