My Family's Faith, My Bloody Fate

ily ki

y of my return home, they

d me, screamed I was a "defiler." He

r. He used a rusty handsaw to cut off my hand. He shoute

I came back, called me an "abomination.

ilo and sealed the hatch. As the air thinned

h

ket. It had to

moments before. A "welcome home" gift, she said. A

y loving family tu

derstand. I

have a se

edroom window. The air smells of fresh bread

on the wall. It' s the

e day they

day I will

humming a hymn. I hear my fat

ight footsteps co

g to give me