How to start? Her face is the main thing I remember and her hands are the soft hands that reached down to scoop me up when I would cry mama mama when my brother pinched me. Now those hands are gone and brother still pinches me. All day I've been wandering around our cottage if you could even call it that. The anniversary of mama's death 5 years ago father is bed ridden and brother took the day off from his precious job and done away with for the day his badge showing he is one of the new recruits for the “law and order program” where they teach you how to uphold the law and be a good patriotic citizen of our country “our beautiful and perfect country which we should be proud of” The same laws and country that took mama. I don my kiata a mask in the image of a monster snarling fangs out to warn people to stay away from me. My father and mother never believed in the government and its so-called god really another way to enforce a law. They decided to not have me undergo the ritual cleansing at birth so in a skiala one of the few called “unclean”. I must don it whilst going out to warn others like I have some sort of disease. Mother never wore one but she died for it once  we moved here to the capital where worship is crucial and atheism is a crime. Once mama was hung, father made me wear a mask for fear of another hanging. Even with the mask it is dangerous and I do not dare go out on a regular basis for fear of a stray rock flying in my direction along with a shout of “beastly skiala leave us!”

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