The familiar feeling of being submerged in a memory washed over me.The air was heavy….thick with the dark feeling of despair.I felt as if the very life around me was being siphoned away, the moisture in my skin vanishing as if pulled by an unseen force. My vision blurred, the world dissolving into nothingness until all that remained was me and a child.I stood in the middle of the memory, but this time I wasn’t seeing the memory through the eyes of a participant; this time I was an observer. I was watching, feeling.I sat next to a childThe child’s dark hair fell over his eyes, but I instinctively knew who it was.-Alex- curled against a wall, knees pulled to his chest. His clothes were thin, dirty, torn at the edges.I knew because I could feel mine aching, too, a sharp, excruciating pain. I wanted to keel over and vomit the water in my stomach, but this child that was no older than nine kept silent, his arms littered with bruises.I sat beside him and looked for any pain in his ey
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